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Molly spread the blueprints of the suburban living room across the sticky kitchen table. She pointed a manicured finger toward the designated gift pile, which sat precariously beside a giant inflatable bouncy castle. Bill adjusted his tactical goggles, though they were far too large for his narrow face, making him look like a confused insect. He checked the inventory of their getaway gear, which mostly consisted of oversized strollers and a very fast tricycle. They had spent three hours studying the movements of the neighborhood toddlers, mapping out the chaotic trajectory of sugar-high four-year-olds. The target was a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes containing high-end building blocks and robotic dinosaurs. Molly calculated the window of opportunity during the cake-cutting ceremony, a moment of peak distraction and maximum frosting. Bill practiced his stealthy crouch, accidentally knocking over a vase of fake daisies in the process. He froze, holding his breath as if the flowers might report him to the authorities. Molly sighed and checked her stopwatch. "Ready, Bill?" "Ready, Molly." They donned their disguises, which were essentially poorly fitted party hats and oversized sunglasses, and crept toward the fence with an intensity usually reserved for robbing central banks.