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Molly sprawled the neon-pink blueprint across the greasy kitchen table, her finger tracing the trajectory from the cake table to the gift pile. Bill adjusted his oversized sunglasses, despite the windowless basement. He held a stopwatch like it was a detonator. They had analyzed the target: a six-year-old's birthday bash. The defenses were formidable, consisting mostly of sticky-fingered toddlers and a very loud golden retriever. Molly pointed to a strategic blind spot behind a giant inflatable bounce house. She believed this was their only entry point. Bill frowned, calculating the wind speed of the party blowers. He worried about the tactical noise levels. He leaned in close. "Dress like clowns," Molly whispered. "Absolutely not, that is far too risky," Bill hissed. "Just do it now," she snapped. "Fine, but I want the robot," he grumbled. They spent an hour debating the merit of oversized shoes versus fake noses. The stakes were high; the gift list included three limited-edition robot kits and a gold-plated toy car. Molly checked her watch and signaled the start of the operation. They crept toward the garden fence, their breaths shallow. The air smelled of cheap frosting and impending chaos. Bill tripped over a hula hoop.