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Molly spread the crayon drawn blueprint across the sticky diner table. Bill adjusted his stolen sleep mask and studied the crude layout of the suburban backyard. The target was a fifth birthday celebration featuring a rented pony and a mountain of cardboard boxes. Their gear lay scattered between cold coffee cups. A whoopee cushion served as a primary distraction device. A plastic spork was the designated lockpick. Molly tapped the bouncy castle illustration with a grimy fingernail. She outlined the entry route past the juggler stationed near the snack table. Bill nodded slowly, mentally calculating the weight of twenty plastic toys and one very loud musical drum. The extraction required precise timing between cake slicing and candle blowing. They would wear oversized mascot heads to blend with the entertainment staff. Gravity boots were unnecessary, but Molly insisted on packing them anyway. The getaway vehicle was a rusted ice cream truck with a broken jingle box. Success demanded absolute silence and zero balloon popping. Failure meant angry parents and a very disappointed pony. Molly leaned forward. "We slip past the clown, grab the wrapped boxes, and escape before the piñata breaks." Bill cracked his tired knuckles. "I will carry the drum."