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Molly flattened the crayon schematic across the greasy booth table. "We strike during musical chairs when the parents look away." Bill adjusted his tight black mask and sighed very loudly. "You grab the bicycles while I secure the electronic toys." He stirred his cold coffee with a bent plastic spoon. "What about the face painter guarding the large gift pile?" Molly tapped the waxy paper and pointed toward the exit. "Bribed with cheap glitter and a crisp five dollar bill." Rain drummed against the diner window while thunder rolled outside. "And the chaperones watching the backyard with extreme hawk eyes?" Bill traced the escape route and frowned at the obstacles. "Pizza coma by three thirty guarantees absolutely zero foot speed." She checked her watch and tightened the laces on boots. "We wear the furry mascot suits to blend right in." A neon sign buzzed overhead and cast long dark shadows. "Nobody questions a waddling penguin carrying several large wrapped boxes." He nodded slowly and packed the duffel bag with care. "What if a toddler spots us near the slippery slide?" Molly stood up and tossed a crumpled napkin on wood. "Hand out stickers and blame the clown for every mistake."