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Molly spread the crayon-drawn blueprints across a greasy pizza box. She tapped a finger on the suburban backyard layout. Bill paced the dimly lit garage, nervously tugging his black turtleneck. He stared at the inflatable obstacle course depicted on the map. Molly grabbed her tactical mask, her eyes gleaming with professional greed. The mission was dangerous, but the potential loot was massive. They had to be silent. They had to be fast. Most importantly, they had to avoid the birthday girl's wrath and her mother's terrifying, judgmental gaze. "The target is Timmy's seventh birthday bash," Molly whispered. "A bounce house? That’s a death trap, Molly. It’s basically a giant, air-filled landmine," Bill groaned. "It’s the only way to bypass the juice box perimeter. We grab the Legos and the handheld consoles, then vanish during the cake-cutting ceremony." "What about the sensory overload? The singing? The high-pitched, soul-crushing screams?" "Earplugs and tactical glitter, Bill. Stay focused. This is the big one." "Can we at least grab some of those dinosaur nuggets while we're in there?" "No snacking during the heist! We are professionals, not hungry toddlers!" "I am focused!" he snapped.