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Molly slammed a crayon-drawn map onto the stained kitchen table, her eyes narrowing with intense focus. "The target is the living room, Bill. Specifically, the pile of brightly wrapped boxes under the tree." Bill leaned in, the dim light of the single overhead bulb illuminating his face. He was busy chewing on a piece of stale, lukewarm toast. "Is there a security system?" "The security is a six-year-old in a dinosaur costume," Molly hissed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He is unpredictable and has a terrifyingly high caffeine intake." Bill wiped a crumb from his chin and looked up at her with a serious expression. "I can handle a dinosaur. Do we have a perimeter check on the bouncy castle?" Molly tapped a jagged red X on the map, her expression turning grim. "The bouncy castle is a death trap. One wrong step and we are bouncing straight into the neighbor's yard. We enter through the sliding glass door." A look of genuine concern crossed Bill's face as he stared at the drawing. "What about the clown? I heard clowns are undercover agents for the authorities." Molly rubbed her temples, feeling a headache blooming. "Clowns are unpredictable variables. If he approaches, you deploy the glitter bomb." Bill looked disappointed by the lack of flair. "The glitter bomb? Won't that just make things more festive?" "It is a tactical distraction!" Molly shouted, slamming her hand against the table. "It creates a cloud of shimmering chaos. While the guests rub sparkles out of their eyes, we grab the LEGO sets." Bill tapped his chin thoughtfully, considering the logistics. "And the cake? Is the cake part of the haul?" Molly stared at him with a deadpan expression. "We are professional thieves, Bill, not sugar addicts." "I am just saying, a heist without cake feels hollow," Bill countered, leaning back in his creaky chair. Molly ignored his culinary concerns. "The plan is simple. Phase one: infiltration. Phase two: rapid extraction. Phase three: exit before the piñata is smashed." Bill interrupted, pointing at a smudge on the map. "Wait. What if the piñata is filled with something valuable? Like gold?" "It is filled with Dum Dums, Bill. Nothing more," Molly groaned. "A missed opportunity," Bill sighed, looking dejected. "Focus!" Molly yelled. "We go in at 1400 hours. It is the lowest point of alertness for the children." "I will bring the tactical juice boxes," Bill promised, nodding solemnly. "Just bring the bags, Bill. The big, empty, present-sized bags," Molly replied. "On it, Boss. But I am definitely testing the bouncy castle," Bill said. "No testing! Just move!" Molly cried.