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Molly spread the blueprints across the grease-stained table. "The target is the Miller residence, specifically the backyard gazebo during the bouncy castle hour," she whispered. Bill squinted at the colorful sketches. "Wait, we are robbing a six-year-old’s birthday party? Is there even anything worth taking?" "Focus, Bill," Molly snapped. "It is about the principle and the high-end lithium-ion batteries inside those remote-controlled drones." "And the Lego sets?" Bill asked, eyes gleaming. "I hear the toddler has a limited edition Star Wars collection." Molly tapped a red circle on the map. "We strike at 1400 hours, right when the sugar crash hits. We enter through the sliding glass door while the clown is distracting the adults." "What if the clown is a professional?" Bill fretted. "A clown could be an undercover operative." "It is a man in face paint eating lukewarm pizza, Bill. Not a fed," Molly sighed. "Fine," Bill muttered, checking his lockpicks. "But I want dibs on the glitter bombs. If I'm going to jail, I want to go out fabulous." "Just grab the toys and keep your mouth shut," Molly commanded.