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Bill spread the blueprint across the kitchen table. "We enter through the bouncy castle," he whispered. Molly frowned. "Why the bouncy castle?" "Tactical surprise," Bill replied. "The children will think I am an entertainer." "You are six-foot-four and smell like old cigars, Bill. You are not an entertainer." "I have a colorful vest!" "A neon yellow safety vest is not a costume. It is a hazard." Bill sighed, pointing to a red X on the map. "The gifts are clustered by the cake. We strike during the piñata chaos." "What if a kid grabs my leg?" Molly asked. "Kick them. Gently. We are thieves, not monsters." "I am just saying, the logistics of a bouncy castle are questionable. One wrong step and we are just bouncing uncontrollably toward the parents." "That is the beauty of it," Bill insisted. "Kinetic energy. We bounce in, grab the Lego sets, and bounce out before the frosting dries." "I want a cut of the Barbies," Molly noted. "Fine. But if you get stuck in the inflatable slide, I am leaving you behind." "Deal."