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The basement air smelled like melted plastic and desperate birthday wishes. Molly adjusted her tactical goggles, which were mostly useful for filtering out sparkles. She traced the blueprints across a wobbly folding table. The house plans showed a perimeter of inflatable dinosaurs and a soft play zone that would swallow their boots entirely. Bill knelt beside her, carefully polishing a lockpick next to a half eaten fruit snack. He wore a black turtleneck that clashed violently with his neon green sneakers. Their target was the suburban bungalow hosting a massive seventh birthday celebration for a boy who apparently owned three identical laser tag arenas. The security was notoriously chaotic, featuring a single teenage cousin manning the front porch with a clipboard and zero authority. Molly tapped the blueprint near the gift table, her finger hovering over a stack of aggressively wrapped boxes. Bill nodded slowly, checking his watch while a distant balloon animal squeaked in protest. They needed to slide through the laundry window, bypass the cake smearing vigilantes, and grab every single present before the piñata shattering protocol began. The clock ticked loudly on the microwave above them. They waited. Secure the glitter cannons instead of the paper plates. Agreed, but keep the juice box route perfectly clear today.