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"You call that a plan?" Molly hissed, adjusting her tutu. "It's camouflage, you heathen! You blend in with the cake." "I look like a radioactive cupcake. What's the distraction?" "Piñata sabotage. You swing, I zip the sack." "Zip the sack? You mean the burlap bag labeled 'Toys for Good Kids'?" "Details. Are you sure the mom won't notice the missing Lego Death Star?" "She's diabetic, Bill. She won't notice if her husband changes his socks. Now, about the payout." "Ten percent for you, ninety for me." "Ten percent?" Molly shrieked, tripping over a plastic dinosaur. "Last time we hit a nursery, I got a stuffed unicorn with one eye!" "It was rare! Look, just focus." "The treasure pile is under the tree, guarded by a toddler named Timmy with a juice box sword." "Timmy has a sword? You're telling me the security chief is armed with apple juice?" "It's concentrated, Molly. One sip and you're asleep for forty minutes. I brought the antidote." "Is it gummy bears?" "It's gummy bears, yes. We go in at 'Happy Birthday,' I knock over the piñata, chaos ensues, we grab the loot, and we vanish before the singing ends." "Just don't touch the sugar cookies."