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Molly squinted at the blueprints, her finger tracing the path past the bouncy castle. We hit the gift table when the clown starts his balloon animal routine, she whispered. Bill adjusted his neon party hat, checking the payload capacity of his oversized clown shoes. That is twenty toddlers with sticky hands and high-pitched screams, Bill noted. I know the risks, Molly muttered, shifting her weight behind the hedges. Can you handle the birthday boy? I have a pocket full of glitter bombs to create a diversion, Bill replied, grinning broadly. Perfect, Molly said, checking her watch. Once the cake arrives, the parents become completely distracted by the sugar rush. We slip in, grab the loot, and vanish before the piñata explodes. Bill nodded, adjusting his fake mustache. Just remember, no stealing the cupcakes. I want those for myself later. Molly rolled her eyes at his predictable priorities. Focus, Bill. We are professionals, not kindergarten scavengers. The mascot suit is waiting in the van. Are you ready to ruin a five-year-old’s day? Bill tucked a balloon sword into his belt. For this haul, I would snatch the balloons right out of their tiny, crying hands. Let us go.