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Molly spread the blueprints of the suburban living room across the kitchen table with the intensity of a general invading a small nation. Bill stared at the map, chewing on a piece of dry toast. "The target zone is the designated Gift Table," Molly whispered. "High visibility, low security." Bill frowned. "Low security? Molly, there are twenty seven-year-olds. They are feral. They can smell fear and cake from a mile away." "Exactly why we use the distraction," she replied, pointing to a sketch of a bouncy castle. "At exactly fourteen hundred hours, the clown begins the balloon animal segment. That is our window." "I don't like the clown," Bill muttered. "He looks like he knows things. Shady things." "Focus, Bill. You enter through the sliding glass door. I’ll be in the vents. Once the kids are hypnotized by the poodle balloons, you sweep the presents into the reinforced duffel bags." Bill looked at the bag. "Are we really stealing LEGO sets and glittery dollhouses? This feels less like a heist and more like a shopping trip for a very spoiled child." "It is about the principle," Molly snapped. "And the resale value of limited edition collectibles. Now, what about the costume?" Bill sighed, eyeing the garment hanging from the chair. "I am not wearing a giant panda suit, Molly. I have dignity." "The panda suit is tactical camouflage," she countered. "In a room full of themed decorations and chaotic toddlers, a six-foot panda is practically invisible. It is urban mimicry." "I'll be overheating in three minutes," Bill argued. "And what if a kid tries to ride me? I can't steal presents while acting as a mount for a kindergartner." "Then you fight them off with the panda paws," Molly said. "Just don't leave any evidence. No fur, no crumbs, and for the love of God, do not eat any of the finger sandwiches." "I make no promises regarding the pigs-in-a-blanket," Bill admitted. Molly slammed her hand on the table. "This is a professional operation! We are ghosts. We are shadows. We are the phantom thieves of the third grade birthday circuit." "We are stealing toys from children," Bill reminded her. "Precision is everything, Bill. Now, put on the ears and let's practice the stealth-waddle." Bill stared at the panda head with profound sadness. "I could have been a bank robber." "Banks have lasers," Molly said, sliding the mask toward him. "Children have sticky fingers. I'll take my chances with the sticky fingers." Bill pulled the plush head over his face, his voice becoming muffled. "If I get trapped in the bouncy castle, you are legally obligated to come back for me." "Deal," Molly grinned. "Now, let's go get those Barbies."