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Molly spread the crumpled floorplan across the sticky diner table. Bill adjusted his shoes and sighed. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Coffee stains dotted the vinyl seats. "We enter during the puppet show." Molly whispered, tapping the bouncy castle entrance with a pen. "What about the parents?" Bill nodded slowly and adjusted his collar. "Sugar crash eliminates the adults by three exactly." "We grab every wrapped gift and exit through the plastic pit." A siren wailed. "The ball pit?" Bill grimaced. "I absolutely lost my dignity and my favorite sock last time." He wiped his sweaty forehead. "Wear tighter laces." "The massive haul contains twenty vintage bears and rare toys." Bill traced the escape route with a greasy finger. "Security?" She checked her wristwatch. "One sleepy teen guard watching cartoons." "We bribe him with juice." "You carry the heavy bags." Molly rolled the paper tight. "I will handle the festive camouflage perfectly." The plan was beautifully absurd. "Do we really need matching elf costumes?" Bill stood up, knocking over a glass sugar dispenser. "Blend in." "Decide." Cold rain tapped the window. "Fine." He straightened his floppy hat. "I keep the dinosaur." Molly smirked. "Avoid sensors." Bill saluted. "Start at noon."