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Molly adjusted her neon tutu and sighed at the lopsided tiara. Are you certain they keep the main stash behind the inflatable castle, Bill? Bill squeezed his oversized clown shoes into the bushes, his face paint itching intensely. I scouted the perimeter twice. The pile of boxes is massive, shimmering with gold ribbon like a siren song. Is it heavily guarded by the toddlers? Technically, yes, but they are distracted by a man making balloon poodles. It is a tactical window of pure chaos. Do we have the getaway tricycle ready behind the shed? I stole it from a seven-year-old an hour ago. It has a basket perfect for loot and a bell that rings with authority. And the exit strategy? We blend into the conga line. Nobody suspects a clown and a fairy until the loot is secured in the alleyway. You forgot the glitter grenades, Bill. I have them in my oversized pockets. One pop and the birthday boy will be too blinded by sparkles to notice his haul evaporating. Excellent. Check your fake nose, you look like a deranged grape. Ready, partner? Let us commit grand larceny for the sake of these toys.