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Molly tapped the blue blueprint, her eyes gleaming with greed and ambition. "The cake is the diversion." Bill scratched his chin while frowning deeply at the crumpled map. "Who steals from kids?" She glared at him with a look of utter disappointment. "The loot is high-end. Lego, consoles, maybe a car." Bill sighed, leaning his heavy frame over the messy drawing. "I hate the layout. Too many balloons." "That is why we use balloons," Molly replied with a sharp, commanding tone. "We blend in." Bill looked confused. "How do we blend in?" She smirked and held up a foam red nose. "We dress as clowns, you idiot." Bill looked genuinely horrified and pale. "I cannot do makeup. It irritates me." "Tough. The target is the gift table." Bill wondered aloud with a hint of anxiety. "What about the parents?" "They will be distracted by the sugar crash. Ten minutes." Bill questioned the exit strategy. "What about the getaway?" "The ice cream truck is outside. I hijacked it." Bill admitted with a sudden grin. "That is actually brilliant," Molly asked the final crucial question. "Tell me, can you juggle?" "No." Molly groaned and facepalmed in defeat. "We are completely doomed."