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Molly spread the map of the suburban backyard across the dusty old dashboard. "The cake is the distraction," Molly said. Bill scratched his stubbly chin and squinted at the drawing. "Why the cake?" "Children love frosting," Molly replied quickly. "We hit the table." "What about the clown?" Bill asked. Molly sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling of the car. "The clown is a professional, Bill. He stays by the balloons." Bill suggested dressing as a clown. "No," Molly snapped. "You cannot make one balloon animal." "I can make a dog," Bill argued. "It looked like a shriveled sausage," Molly said. Bill frowned, remembering his failure. "It was a small dachshund." "Just focus," Molly ordered him firmly. "We enter through the hedge and grab the Legos." "Is there a backup plan if the toddlers revolt today?" Bill asked. Molly glared at him with genuine concern for his sanity. "Toddlers do not revolt, Bill. They just cry." Bill muttered softly that the children were unpredictable and dangerous. Molly checked her watch and signaled for him to move. "Gear up. We move at two." "Do I get a piece of cake?" Bill asked with hope. "Absolutely not, you greedy man," Molly replied sharply.