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"You're telling me we infiltrate via bouncy castle?" Bill asked, wiping sweat from his ski mask in July. Molly checked her watch. Bill groaned audibly behind the hedges. "Front door's swarming with a clown, a face painter, and some guy making giant bubbles. Bouncy castle's undefended. No surveillance near the slide." "We're stealing from children." "Children with hedge-fund parents. Little Timmy's getting a PS5, a mini dirt bike, and solid gold Legos." "What about the magician?" "Distraction. I'll release the rabbit early. Total pandemonium. You seize the gift table." "And the parents?" "Dad's making balloon poodles. Mom's three sangrias deep. We have a twelve-minute window, maybe ten." "What if they sing Happy Birthday?" "That's our cue. Lights drop, candles glow, nobody spots us ducking behind the fondant elephant." "You're deranged." "I'm meticulous. Wear the elephant onesie." "The what?" "Jungle theme. You'll blend perfectly." "I'm six-foot-two and forty years old!" "You're a melancholy giraffe. Adapt. Just secure the PS5 and the bike." "What about the goodie bags?" "Leave them. We're thieves, not emotional terrorists." "Fine. But if a five-year-old asks why I'm weeping in an elephant suit—" "Tell them you're having an existential crisis. Kids respect honesty. Now quit your whimpering."