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Molly unfolded the crayon blueprint across the sticky diner table. Bill adjusted his black ski mask, ignoring the confused waitress pouring coffee. He tapped a grease stain marking the inflatable castle. The lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the menu. "We strike during the puppet show. The felt dragon provides perfect visual cover. You grab the stacked boxes near the gift table. I will neutralize the piñata guard with tactical juice boxes." Bill sighed, stirring three sugar packets into his mug. He studied the crude map, noting the escape route past the petting zoo. A siren wailed, reminding them time was slipping. "Are we really risking prison for plastic trains and stuffed giraffes? These parents buy organic wooden blocks. We fence them to desperate grandparents by Tuesday. Fine, but I refuse to wear squeaky clown shoes again." Molly rolled her eyes, sliding a duffel bag under the booth. She checked her watch, counting down the minutes until chaos. Rain tapped glass, matching his nervous finger rhythm. "Then practice stealth walking. We move when the chocolate cake arrives. Sugar comas guarantee a silent exit. Remember, absolutely no balloons. Static electricity ruined Brussels. Understood. I will bring a wagon and earplugs."