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Molly spread the blueprints across the sticky dashboard of the getaway van, her finger tracing a path toward the patio. "We enter through the sliding door at exactly two," she commanded loudly. Bill scratched his chin, staring intently at a yellow smudge of mustard on the map. "What about the scary clown?" "Ignore the clown. Focus on the presents," she replied, pointing to a red circle. Bill looked skeptical, leaning back into the cracked, smelly vinyl seat. "Is there a chocolate cake?" "Yes, but we want LEGOs, not frosting," Molly snapped, adjusting her headset. "A cake distraction could definitely work," he suggested. Molly sighed, wondering why she had ever partnered with this man. "No distractions. We grab the bags before the piñata drops." "Is it a donkey piñata?" "Does it even matter?" "I hate donkeys," Bill whispered, glancing away. Molly groaned, feeling a massive migraine blooming behind her eyes. "It is a party, not a zoo. Wear the bear suit and be quiet." "Does the suit have deep pockets?" "No, that is why we have laundry bags," she clarified firmly. "I feel like we are overthinking this," Bill noted, checking his gold watch. "We are stealing from children. Be professional."