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The blueprint was actually a hand-drawn map of a bouncy castle, which Bill found deeply insulting to his professional dignity. He adjusted his goggles and glared at Molly, who was currently testing the structural integrity of a colorful party hat. Is this a joke? Bill whispered, his voice trembling with indignation. It is a tactical reconnaissance map, Bill, Molly replied without looking up. It looks like a toddler drew it with a broken crayon, Molly. The crayon is neon pink for visibility, she countered. We are professional infiltrators, not clowns at a birthday extravaganza! We are thieves, Bill, not martyrs. Now, focus. What is the primary objective? The total extraction of all wrapped goods from the central gift table, he muttered. And the primary obstacle? The birthday boy, Timmy, Molly said, tapping a sticky fingerprint on the map. Is Timmy a known security threat? Bill asked, squinting at the drawing. He is six, and he has a sugar rush, she answered. That is practically a tactical nuke, Bill groaned. We have the distractions ready, she assured him. What kind of distractions? A professional clown with a history of balloon animal mishaps, she said. A clown? You are bringing a clown into a high-stakes felony? He is a distraction specialist, Molly snapped. And what is my role in this circus? You are the getaway driver, she said. I am driving a minivan with a 'Baby on Board' sticker, Molly! It provides cover, she insisted. It provides embarrassment! Bill hissed. Listen, Bill, do we want the presents or do we want dignity? I want a heist that doesn't involve glitter, he said. Glitter is the camouflage of the modern era, she argued. If I get a single sequin in my hair, I am retiring, he threatened. Just grab the loot and try not to get distracted by the juice boxes, she commanded. Are the juice boxes a variable in the plan? They are a temptation, she admitted. I cannot work under these conditions, Molly. You can and you will, because the target is a mountain of Lego sets, she reminded him. Lego sets? Bill paused, his eyes narrowing. They are high-value, small-volume assets, she added. Fine, but I am not wearing the polka-dot jumpsuit, he declared. We discussed this, Bill. It is essential for the aesthetic. The aesthetic of a fool? The aesthetic of a person who belongs at a party, she corrected. Will there be cake? he asked tentatively. Only if you can secure the perimeter, she replied. I hate you, Molly, he sighed. You love the adrenaline, she smirked. I love the loot, he corrected. Then let’s move, she said, grabbing the map. Wait, did you remember the heavy-duty gift wrap? Bill asked. To re-package the stolen goods? Exactly, he said. Now you are thinking like a professional, she laughed.