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Molly spread the blueprints across the sticky diner table, smoothing out the crinkled edges with a fork. Bill leaned back, chewing on a toothpick and staring at the crude map of the backyard. "We go in during the cake," Molly whispered, tapping a red marker on the patio. "What about the clown?" Bill asked, his eyes narrowed at the sketch of a trampoline. "Distraction in the bouncy castle." "Brilliant." The entire plan was beautifully simple. They would carefully scale the privacy fence using the neighboring oak tree, avoiding the motion sensor sprinklers Bill had tripped over last Tuesday. From there, Molly would deploy the secondary diversion, a strategically dropped batch of cherry bombs near the piñata, while Bill slipped into the gift tent. They had exactly thirty seconds before the sugar crazed toddlers noticed their loot was being bagged. It was a dangerous game, stealing from six year olds, but the haul was simply too rich to ignore. Lego sets, gaming consoles, and enough generic gift cards to comfortably fund their early retirement down in Cabo San Lucas. "What if they cry?" Bill asked, his toothpick twitching. Molly rolled her eyes, grabbing a crumpled napkin to wipe up spilled coffee.