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Molly spread the blueprint of the bouncy castle across the greasy kitchen table, her eyes scanning the colorful, childish crayon marks. She tapped a single finger on the living room layout, pointing specifically to the stolen prize. "It’s high-stakes, Bill. We strike during the cake cutting." Bill sat hunched over the wood, chewing a piece of pepperoni while staring blankly at the ceiling with a glazed, bored expression. "Is there cake? I don't work for free." "Focus!" Molly hissed, her eyes narrowing with intense, professional seriousness. "The target is the presents. Use the clown as a distraction." "A clown? That's terrifying," Bill muttered, visibly shivering in his creaky, wooden chair. "Can't we dress as magicians?" "No, the clown is our smoke screen." Bill leaned in close to the table. "What if a kid asks for a balloon animal?" "Ignore them. Grab the toys and then we vanish." "What about the juice boxes?" Bill asked. "No juice boxes! We are professional thieves, not toddlers." Bill sighed heavily. "Fine, but if I see a chocolate fountain, all bets are off." Molly rubbed her temples in frustration. "Just bring the laundry bags." "Got it," Bill said. "Bags, no juice, avoid the clown."