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Molly smoothed the crumpled venue map across the damp picnic table while Bill nervously adjusted his oversized party hat. The stolen invitation sat between them, mocking their entire criminal reputation. We enter through the snack station, Bill muttered, tapping the blueprint. The guards only watch the metal gates. They will never suspect two adults wearing plastic crowns, Molly replied, drawing a red arrow. We grab the largest boxes, leave through the clown trailer, and vanish before the games start. Sounds foolproof until a child tackles us, Bill sighed, checking his balloon whip. Nonsense. Molly smiled and tossed a heavy sack onto the grass. Every great heist requires festive branding. Now stop shaking and memorize the cake schedule. The sun dipped behind the fence while crickets began their evening chorus. We split the loot evenly after the magician leaves, Molly whispered, securing her earpiece. I still think the bouncy castle entrance is safer, Bill countered, zipping his tracksuit. Fine, just remember to drop the lollipops near the exit, Molly ordered, clicking her radio. Bill nodded slowly and checked his wrist watch. A stray dog barked near the perimeter fence while shadows stretched across the lawn. Bill agreed. The plan was solid.