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Molly spread the blueprint across the grease-stained table. "It’s a fortress, Bill. A sugar-coated, bouncy-castle-fortified fortress." Bill squinted at the colorful diagram. "Is that a map of the sandbox? Why are we studying the sandbox?" "Because that’s where the perimeter sensors are located," Molly whispered, tapping a drawing of a plastic bucket. "They call them 'Sand-tastrophe Traps.' If you step in the wrong dune, the whistle goes off." "It’s a six-year-old’s birthday party, Molly. Not the Louvre." "That is exactly what the target wants you to think. They’ve got high-yield juice boxes and a clown with questionable facial hair guarding the main entrance." "The clown is a civilian," Bill argued, leaning back. "We go in through the kitchen. We grab the loot, bypass the cake, and exit through the laundry room." "The laundry room is a dead end. It’s blocked by a mountain of soiled toddler leggings and a very suspicious diaper pail." "We’ll climb the counter." "And risk a collision with the mother? She’s a heavy sleeper, but she’s got the reflexes of a startled cat." "What’s the payload again?" Bill asked, rubbing his temples. "Everything. The Lego sets, the remote-controlled cars, the glittery unicorn stables. We’re talking five hundred dollars worth of plastic junk, Bill. We’ll be kings of the flea market." "Is it worth the risk of being interrogated by a kid named Timmy?" "Timmy is our greatest threat. He’s a witness. He has eyes like a hawk and a memory like an elephant." "I’m not getting tackled by a kid in dinosaur pajamas." "Then keep your head down. You’re the heavy. You carry the gift bags. I’ll handle the diversion." "A diversion? What, are you going to fake a choking fit on a gummy bear?" "Better. I’ve acquired a professional-grade bubble machine. I’ll trigger the fog screen. In the confusion, while they’re all distracted by the iridescent spheres, we strike." "Bubbles? You want to pull a high-stakes heist using soap suds?" "It’s tactical, Bill. It provides visual obfuscation." "It provides a slip hazard. I’ll be sliding around like a penguin on ice." "Precisely. It’s the perfect cover." "And the exit strategy?" "The bouncy castle. We launch ourselves over the fence. It’s a controlled jump." "That’s not a jump, Molly. That’s a trajectory toward certain injury." "It’s high-risk, high-reward." "The reward is a bag of half-broken action figures and a used bouncy ball." "It’s the principle of the thing, Bill!" "The principle is madness. Fine. But if the clown catches us, I’m telling him it was your idea." "Deal. Now, grab the tactical juice boxes. We move at nap time."