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Molly adjusted her black tactical turtleneck and peered through the binoculars. The massive bouncy castle loomed like a neon fortress in the suburban yard. Inside, tiny humans shrieked loudly. The primary target was a picnic table stacked high with brightly wrapped boxes. The haul was legendary. Bill crouched low behind a plastic flamingo, sweating profusely. Molly glared at him, wondering why she ever partnered with a man terrified of foam swords. She quickly checked her watch. The cake cutting was in exactly three minutes, which meant all little eyes would be on the frosting. It was the absolutely perfect window. "Do you have the thermal paste for the window locks?" "It is a toddler birthday party, Bill. The window locks are plastic." "They have a clown, Molly. Clowns are highly unpredictable. We need the paste." "Just grab the presents and run. Do not engage the clown." "What if he makes a balloon animal? A sword? I cannot defeat a balloon sword." "You will not have to fight him. The man is eighty." "What about the dangerous piñata?" "What about the stupid piñata?" "If it breaks, candy shrapnel everywhere. We need tactical goggles." "No goggles. No paste. Move on my mark."