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The blueprints were spread across a greasy diner table, illuminated by a flickering neon sign outside. Molly adjusted her tactical goggles, which were actually just cheap, neon-pink swimming goggles she had found in her junk drawer. She leaned in close, her expression grim. "Look at the layout, Bill. It's a fortress of fluff and frosting," Molly said, pointing a red laser pointer at a hand-drawn crayon sketch of a sandbox. Bill squinted through the red dot, leaning over his lukewarm coffee. "Is that a tactical minefield?" "It's a sandbox, Bill. Full of sand and, potentially, disgruntled toddlers." "Right. High-risk terrain. What's the perimeter look like?" Molly tapped the sketch with a gloved finger. "The perimeter is guarded by a bouncy castle. It's a nightmare for traction. We'll have to time our approach between the big jumps." "And if we get bounced into a group of six-year-olds?" "Then we use the distraction. The juice boxes." "The juice boxes? That's our primary diversion?" "They're high-fructose and highly effective. Once the sugar rush hits, the guards become unpredictable. They scream. They run in circles. That's when we move." Bill rubbed his temples, looking worried. "I don't like the screaming, Molly. It's bad for my nerves." "Focus! We're here for the heavy hitters. The LEGO Star Wars sets. The remote-controlled drones. Anything with a high resale value and low weight." "What about the stuffed animals? The giant teddy bears?" "Too much bulk. We're thieves, Bill, not professional movers. We need high density, low volume. Think battery-operated cars, not giant plushies." "Got it. High density, low volume. What about the clown?" "The clown is a wild card. If he starts twisting balloons into poodles, we abort the mission immediately." "Is the clown a direct threat?" "He's a psychological threat. The squeaking of the balloon is too much like a warning siren." "You're paranoid." "I'm prepared. Now, check your kit." Bill patted his various pockets, making a series of dull thuds. "I've got the juice boxes, the extra napkins, the emergency bubble wand, and a pack of dinosaur stickers." "The stickers? Why the stickers?" "In case we need to bribe a witness. A toddler is much more likely to cooperate if you offer them a T-Rex." Molly stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "Brilliant. Truly brilliant. Use them sparingly." "And the napkins?" "For the inevitable frosting spills. We can't leave fingerprints in the cake, Bill. We're professionals." "Right. No fingerprints. No glitter. No eye contact with the clown." "Exactly. This is the big one. The preschool circuit is brutal, but this party... this is the heist of a lifetime." Bill raised his coffee cup in a silent toast. "To the presents." "To the presents," Molly echoed, her eyes gleaming behind the pink plastic.