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The dim light of the single overhead bulb flickered over the crime scene map, which was actually a heavily annotated coloring page of a castle. Molly tapped a blunt red crayon against the drawing, her expression grim and her eyes narrowed with professional intensity. She looked like a battle-hardened general planning a siege rather than a woman planning to steal a Lego set. Bill sat opposite her, picking at the crinkled wrapper of a gummy worm with trembling fingers. The air in the basement was stale. Listen closely, Bill. This is the most delicate operation of our careers, Molly whispered. It is a seven-year-old’s birthday party, Molly. Not the Louvre, Bill replied. That is exactly why the security is so unpredictable. We are dealing with unregulated sugar-fueled chaos. I do not like it. The target is a kid in a dinosaur costume. Molly ignored his whining and pointed a calloused finger at a crude drawing of a bouncy castle. The lines were shaky and drawn in pink crayon, but to her, it was a tactical masterpiece. The castle looked more like a marshmallow. The bouncy castle is our extraction point. We enter through the side gate, bypass the juice box station, and head straight for the gift pile. What about the perimeter guard? The one with the spatula? That is just Timmy’s dad. He will be occupied with the hot dogs. Our window is between the singing and the piñata. Bill wiped a bead of sweat from his lip with a napkin that featured a smiling cupcake. He adjusted his black tactical vest, which was actually a fishing vest stuffed with snacks and gadgets. The tension was palpable. And if the dog bites me? The golden retriever? He looks like a heavy hitter. Buster is a distraction. Use the squeaky toy. It is a high-frequency lure. A rubber chicken? We are using a rubber chicken to neutralize a dog? It is a proven tactic. Do not question it. I am just saying, if we get caught, I am telling the cops I was just here for the cake. Molly slammed her hand onto the table, making the gummy worms jump. She leaned forward, her shadow looming large against the damp basement wall. She looked dangerous. There will be no cake! The cake is a secondary objective. We are here for the high-value electronics and the premium building blocks. Fine, fine. High-value blocks. Got it. Bill reached into his bag and pulled out neon-colored sunglasses. He put them on with a flourish, looking entirely ridiculous in the dim light. He squinted through the lenses. Do these help with the stealth aspect? They make you look like a disgruntled teenager. Now, check your equipment. I have the empty bags, the silent socks, and the emergency glitter bomb. The glitter bomb is for the exit only. We cannot be tracked by residue. Understood. No glitter until the getaway. Molly stood up, her face a mask of professional determination. She grabbed her gear and prepared for the inevitable descent into suburban madness. Operation Rainbow Sparkle is a go. God help us all, Bill muttered.