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Molly spread the blueprint across the sticky kitchen table. "Phase one is the diversion. We trigger the bubble machine." Bill frowned at the map. "Why the bubbles?" "Chaos, Bill. Pure, iridescent chaos. While the toddlers are hypnotized by the spheres, we strike the gift table." "Is that a picture of a clown?" Bill asked. "The getaway driver. He has a tiny car and a very large heart." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Molly, this is a five-year-old's birthday. Do we really need tactical gear for a pile of Lego sets?" "It is about the principle of the heist," she snapped. "Now, do you have the distraction?" "I have a bag of glitter and a loud whistle," Bill admitted. "Perfect. When I signal, you release the glitter. It creates a shimmering smoke screen." "It creates a cleaning nightmare," Bill countered. "Exactly. The parents will be too busy sobbing over the carpet to notice the missing Barbie Dreamhouses." "What if the kids fight back?" Molly handed him a handful of gummy bears. "Bribery, Bill. We use the sugar to buy their silence." "I hate this job," Bill whispered. "You love the thrill."