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Molly adjusted her laser cutter, which was currently duct-taped to a plastic spoon, and glared at the bakery window. Beyond the glass, the glow of twenty-four fondue fountains suggested a heist of biblical proportions. She checked her watch, a device she'd built from a toaster and a stolen alarm clock. Bill was vibrating with caffeine and greed, polishing a duffel bag made entirely of stolen tablecloths. The target was the Henderson fifth birthday bash, a fortress of sugar and innocence guarded by a mother with the intensity of a dragon. Molly tapped the glass with a gloved finger, her heart pounding a rhythm of pure avarice against her ribs. Bill drooled slightly, smearing grease across his tactical vest, his eyes wide with the madness of unwrapped gifts. Molly hissed, checking her grappling hook made of licorice, her mind racing through contingencies for balloon animal interference and juice box spills. She signaled for silence, her gaze locked on the prize. Bill nodded, clutching his spoon-cutter like a sacred golden artifact, ready to descend into the valley of plastic spoons and joy endlessly. "Move in on my mark. Steal the piñata first. And bring the dog safely home for the loot," Bill whispered.