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Molly spread the blueprint across the sticky kitchen table. "The target is a seven-year-old’s birthday bash, Bill. High stakes." Bill squinted at the colorful diagram. "Is that a bounce house or a tactical obstacle course?" "It is both," Molly whispered, tapping a drawing of a clown. "The clown is the heavy security. We move during the cake cutting." "What about the juice box perimeter?" Bill asked, wiping sweat from his brow. "I heard they have unlimited fruit punch. It’s a sticky trap." "We wear gloves, Bill. No fingerprints in the frosting," Molly commanded. "And the presents? Are we talking high-end electronics or just plastic dinosaurs?" Molly leaned in close. "It is a treasure trove of LEGO sets and remote-controlled cars. Pure gold." "I need a distraction," Bill muttered, checking his empty pockets. "Something loud. Bubbles? A runaway pony?" "You will blow the bubbles," Molly decided. "I will swoop in, bag the gift boxes, and vanish before the 'Happy Birthday' song ends." "A daring plan," Bill grinned. "But what if the kid sees us?" "Then you start dancing, Bill. Just start dancing."