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Molly adjusted her night vision goggles over a neon pink tutu while Bill stuffed silent party blowers into his cargo vest. The suburban backyard loomed before them, guarded by a sleepy clown and twenty sugar-crazed children destroying a piñata with Viking ferocity. Bill checked his expensive watch, synchronizing their robbery with the exact moment the birthday cake distracted the chaperones. Molly pointed toward the gift table, stacked with glittering boxes that screamed easy resale value on the preschool black market. They had rehearsed this heist for three weeks in Bill's basement using Barbie dolls and a candy-fueled obstacle course that left them both with permanent glitter scars. The target was a five-year-old named Bradley, whose parents had purchased enough plastic to fill a landfill. Molly tested her utility belt, confirming the juice box neutralizer was loaded. Bill flexed fingers that had cracked the Louvre's finest safes and now gripped a wobbly balloon poodle. He had stolen the Crown Jewels, yet folding that poodle felt more dangerous. Molly checked her watch and steadied her quivering nerves. "First, we disable the clown before we touch the cake," Bill whispered. "Affirmative. The Legos are priority one. Leave absolutely no witnesses," Molly replied.