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Molly spread the blueprint across the sticky kitchen table. "This is the target, Bill. The birthday party of the decade." Bill squinted at the colorful drawing. "Is that a bouncy castle? Are we hitting a bouncy castle?" "Focus!" Molly hissed. "The loot is concentrated in the central living area. We strike during the cake cutting." "What’s the distraction?" Bill asked, rubbing his chin. "A smoke bomb? A fake clown emergency?" "Better," Molly replied. "We dress as the catering staff. We distribute juice boxes and vanish with the gift pile." Bill looked skeptical. "Do I look like a waiter? I have the grace of a startled hippo." "You’ll be fine," Molly insisted. "Just avoid the sugar-crazed toddlers. They’re more dangerous than Interpol." "And the parents?" Bill whispered. "Ignore them," Molly commanded. "Keep your eyes on the wrapped boxes. If you see a glittery box, that’s our payday." "What if they suspect us?" Bill asked, sweating. "Then we start singing 'Happy Birthday' very loudly until they feel awkward and leave," Molly said firmly. "Brilliant," Bill muttered. "I’ll bring the napkins."