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Molly adjusted her black tactical ski mask, which was currently riding up over her nose in a highly awkward manner. She tugged it down and surveyed the blueprint spread across the sticky diner table. Bill leaned in, his breath smelling faintly of discount coffee and poor life choices. "We hit the bouncy castle first," Molly whispered. "What about that giant, delicious chocolate cake?" Bill asked. "Leave the cake. Just grab the presents." The plan was simple, yet fraught with peril. The target was a sixth birthday party at the local pizza arcade, a fortress of chaotic toddlers and exhausted parents. Their entry point was the side gate, conveniently left unlatched by a distracted clown. Once inside, they had exactly four minutes before the sugar rush peaked and the yard became a warzone. Bill tapped the map where the gift table was marked with a crimson X. He looked up at Molly, a rare glint of professionalism in his eyes. She nodded. They were about to commit the lowest act of their criminal careers, stealing wrapped action figures from six year olds. It was a completely despicable plan, but those incredibly spoiled little kids definitely possessed some really quite expensive toys.