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Molly spread the crayon-drawn blueprint across the kitchen table. "The cake is the distraction, Bill. When the singing starts, we strike." Bill squinted at the map. "Why is there a drawing of a dinosaur by the snack table?" "That is the guard dog, a Golden Retriever named Buster," Molly explained. "He is easily bribed with organic peanut butter." "I don't like dogs. Can't we just use smoke bombs?" "This is a five-year-old's birthday, not a bank vault," she snapped. "We dress as oversized clowns, blend into the chaos, and bag the Lego sets." Bill sighed, adjusting his oversized shoes. "What about the parents? They're always hovering." "I've planned for that," Molly smirked. "I’ve leaked a rumor that there is free prosecco in the garage. They’ll be gone for twenty minutes." "And the target?" "The pile under the tree. We grab the electronics and the luxury plushies, then vanish through the dog door." "I'm telling you, the dinosaur is a problem," Bill muttered. "It's a dog, Bill! Just bring the peanut butter and stop shaking." "Fine, but if I get licked, I'm quitting the syndicate."