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Molly tapped the blueprint of the suburban living room with a manicured nail. "Okay, Bill, focus. The target is the mahogany sideboard in the sunroom." "Why are we stealing from six-year-olds, Molly? It feels wrong. My soul is itching," Bill said, leaning back in the van. "It is not stealing, Bill, it is redistributing joy. Besides, have you seen the gift lists for this zip code? There are miniature electric cars and high-end chemistry sets in there." "I just do not think I can pull off the costume. It is too much fabric." "It is a clown suit, Bill. It is the ultimate camouflage. Nobody looks at a clown's face; they only look at the balloon animals." "I cannot do balloon animals. I tried once and popped a balloon in my own ear." "Then just make circles. Call them abstract donuts or conceptual bubbles. Now, timing. The cake is served at 3:00 PM. That is our window." "The cake window. Got it." "Exactly. While the children are in a sugar-induced frenzy, we strike. I will be the Entertainment Coordinator distracting the parents with a choreographed dance, and you will be the Cleanup Crew clearing the table." "Wait, if I am the cleanup crew, why am I wearing a neon blue wig? Does that not scream I am stealing the presents?" "For the aesthetic, Bill! We need to blend in with the chaos. Now, the getaway. Is the ice cream truck ready?" "The engine makes a clicking sound. Also, it smells like old vanilla and desperation." "Perfect. Nothing is less suspicious than an ice cream truck idling in a driveway during a birthday party. We load the boxes, we hit the siren, and we vanish into the suburbs." "What if a kid wants a popsicle? I cannot just drive away from a hungry child, Molly. I have standards." "We are professional criminals, Bill, not confectioners! We do not stop for popsicles!" "I am just saying, a little bribery goes a long way with a witness who cannot even tie their own shoes." "Fine. Bring a bag of fudge pops. But no distractions. We enter at 3:05, clear the perimeter by 3:12, and we are out by 3:15. And remember, the dog is a Golden Retriever. Just throw a tennis ball in the opposite direction." "What if the dog likes me more than the ball?" "Then you use the dog as a shield! Now, do I look like a professional coordinator or a desperate party planner?" "You look like you are about to commit a felony." "Perfect. Now, start practicing your sad clown face." "I do not have a sad face," Bill groaned. "I have a confused face." "Same thing in this neighborhood," Molly sighed. "Now, put on the oversized shoes before I decide to do this with a more competent clown."