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Molly adjusted her tactical tutu and checked the drone's battery life while Bill practiced his innocent giggle. "Bill, look at the laser grid." "Which one? The one shaped like a unicorn or the one made of juice boxes?" "The juice boxes. You can slip past the unicorn. You're short enough." "I'm versatile, Molly. But what about the guard?" "Mr. Henderson won't suspect a toddler in a balloon animal suit." "That's my cover. But the presents? They're on the other side of the piñata drop zone." "We need a distraction. Can you juggle flaming bagels?" "I can juggle anything. Even my dignity." "Good. You juggle, I grab the Lego castle. It's worth a fortune on the black market." "What about the socks? Uncle Gary always sends socks." "Those are bait. We leave the socks. They're cursed." "What if the birthday boy wakes up?" "He's at age four. His sleep cycle is just a rumor. Grab the drones first. Bill, this is our chance to die rich or live poor." "I prefer rich. When do I eat?" "After you drop that piñata."