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Molly adjusted her tactical visor, which was actually just a pair of googly eyes glued to a welding mask, and stared at the blueprints spread across the folding table. The target was the McAllister residence, specifically the sprawling bouncy castle fortress guarding the loot. Bill wiped a smudge of frosting from his lip, his stomach growling like a dying lawnmower. He pointed a trembling finger at the map where a giant red X marked the pile of wrapped treasures. The security system wasn't lasers or guards; it was a terrifying wall of sticky juice boxes and aggressive balloon animals. Molly checked her gear, a sack of holding disguised as a clown nose, and nodded grimly. They had rehearsed this for weeks, mastering the art of the silent tiptoe through a room full of sugar-rushed toddlers. Bill hesitated, eyeing the proposed entry point near the snack table. Bill muttered, "What if Timmy has a Nerf gun?" Molly hissed, "Focus, Bill. Eyes on the shiny Legos." He whispered, "Did you bring the sugar cookies?" Molly squeezed his shoulder, her resolve hardening like cooling chocolate. The gold was within reach, assuming they survived the piñata gauntlet and the wrath of a six-year-old wizard.