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Molly adjusted her balaclava, squinting at the suburban backyard where a child’s birthday party roared. A bouncy castle shaped like a dinosaur deflated sadly in the corner. “This is operation ‘Joyful Plunder’,” she announced. Bill groaned. “I hate your operation names. And this is a terrible target. The loot will be, what? A bunch of doll clothes and slime kits?” “Don’t be cynical,” Molly chided, pulling out a grapple hook that looked suspiciously like a garden tool tied to string. “There’s a mountain of presents under that canopy. I’ve been casing it. That’s the big haul.” “You were *casing* a children’s party for three weeks?” “Professionalism, Bill!” she hissed. “Now, I’ll create a diversion at the bouncy castle. You sneak around the back and grab the gifts. Simple.” Bill stared. “My diversion will be a dinosaur deflating on me, won’t it?” Molly patted his shoulder. “Try to look like a surprised child. Now go.” Bill sighed, hefting a large, festive gift bag as a decoy. Their getaway minivan, painted to look like an ice cream truck, idled ominously down the street.