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Molly adjusted her party hat while Bill poked the glitter bomb. The bouncy castle loomed like a monstrosity in the moonlight, pumping out the shrieks of joyous children. Molly checked her watch, then smoothed the wrinkles of her inflatable dinosaur costume. This was supposed to be the score of the century, yet her stomach churned with the dread of a first date. Bill whispered. Molly grinned. Bill swallowed hard. Molly tapped her earpiece. Bill gripped a sock puppet weapon. Molly kicked the plastic door open. The dog barked once, revealing a trail of stolen socks. They entered quickly, silently, bold. "Absolutely," "We rob banks. We crack vaults. Why are we targeting a seven-year-old's birthday bash?" "It's the little things. The psychological warfare. Plus, the target size. That giant teddy bear alone could fund our retirement in Belize." "What if the parents are there? What if there's a piñata made of steel?" "Focus. The window is the cake-cutting ceremony. We move while everyone watches the knife descend. Earplugs, megaphone lullabies, grab the loot, vanish. No witnesses, no tears." "I hate to admit it, but your plan is flawless. Even if it is utterly morally bankrupt." "Now, that's why you love me, Bill."