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Molly stared at the blueprints, which were actually just a colorful coloring book page of a castle. She tapped a crayon-smudged finger on the drawing. Target is the bouncy castle, Molly whispered. Bill squinted at the paper, nursing a lukewarm juice box. Are you sure? It looks like a dragon is eating a cupcake in that corner. That is the cake table, Bill. Keep up, Molly snapped. Once we infiltrate the sandbox, we move toward the pile of primary-colored wrapping paper. The pile of presents? Bill asked, his eyes widening. You mean the haul? The haul, Molly confirmed. We strike during the inevitable sugar crash. When the toddlers go limp and the parents are distracted by the chaos of spilled juice, we swoop in. How do we get past the perimeter? Bill asked. Is there a laser grid? It is a backyard, Bill. The perimeter is a picket fence and a very territorial golden retriever named Barnaby, Molly said. Do we need disguises? Bill reached for his tactical turtleneck. We are wearing clown noses, Molly said. It is the only way to blend in with a group of six-year-olds. A clown nose? Bill sighed. That is a bit cliché, don't you think? It is camouflage! Molly hissed. Nobody suspects the man in the oversized polka-dot bowtie. What about the getaway vehicle? Bill asked. I have rented a motorized tricycle, Molly replied. A tricycle? Bill groaned. We are professional thieves, Molly. We cannot flee a crime scene on a plastic three-wheeler. It has a turbo button, Bill! Molly insisted. Is it even street legal? It is a driveway, not a highway, Molly countered. Now, tell me you have the tools. Bill patted his pockets proudly. I have a plastic hammer and a very sturdy spatula. A spatula? Molly stared at him in disbelief. For what? For prying open the lid of the piñata, Bill explained. That is where the high-value targets are kept. The hard candies. The chocolate coins. Molly rubbed her temples. We are here for the electronics and the high-end building blocks, Bill. Not the candy. The candy is the tactical advantage, Bill argued. If we control the sugar, we control the room. You are a liability, Molly muttered. I am a visionary, Bill corrected. Do you have the blueprints for the gift pile organized by size? Molly asked, trying to regain control. I have them organized by color, Bill said. Blue presents are in sector one. Red is sector two. That is going to take us forever, Molly sighed. Not if we use the spatula to create a diversion, Bill suggested. Molly looked at the coloring book, then at the man in the polka-dot bowtie. Fine, she said. But if the dog bites me, I am leaving you with the tricycle. Deal, Bill grinned.