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Molly spread a crayon-drawn blueprint across the kitchen table, her expression as grim as a funeral director. "The target is the Lego sets by the cake," she whispered with sharp intensity. Bill scratched his chin, looking confused. "Do we need disguises?" Molly snapped, her voice cracking with impatience. "Obviously. We're going in as clowns." "I can't do the red nose. It makes me sneeze." She glared at him, imagining the glorious chaos of the heist. "Sneeze quietly, Bill. What's the extraction plan?" "We run once the piñata bursts," he suggested, staring blankly at the wall. "You amateur," she sighed, shaking her head. "I'll release the balloons, and you bag the gifts." Bill looked skeptical, shifting his weight from side to side. "What if there's a guard dog?" "It's a puppy, Bill. Give it a treat." "Will it like me?" he asked, hope gleaming in his eyes. Molly rubbed her temples, wondering why she partnered with this man. "Focus on the toys. We hit at 3:00." "I'm worried about the bouncy castle," Bill admitted, his voice trembling. "What if I get stuck?" "Then you're the distraction," Molly replied, gesturing toward the pile of oversized costumes. "Now put on the giant shoes."