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Molly spread the blueprints across the sticky kitchen table, pointing a grease-stained finger at the bouncy castle. "This is the perimeter, Bill. The inflatable fortress is our primary obstacle." Bill leaned in, squinting through his cracked spectacles. "Why is the obstacle a bouncy castle, Molly? It looks like a giant, neon-pink marshmallow." "It’s tactical, you idiot," Molly snapped. "The rhythmic jumping creates seismic interference. It’ll scramble our motion sensors." "I thought the motion sensors were for the jewelry store we hit last month," Bill said, scratching his chin. "This is a high-stakes birthday party, Bill. The loot is concentrated in the gift corner, right next to the juice box station." Bill pulled a small, plastic magnifying glass from his pocket. "What’s our extraction plan for the LEGO sets? They’re notoriously jagged. They’ll shred our tactical gloves." "We use the velvet-lined laundry baskets," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with larceny. "We swoop in during the 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' segment. That’s when the visual surveillance is at its lowest." "And the birthday boy?" Bill asked, his voice trembling slightly. "What if he’s a screamer? I can’t handle high-pitched acoustic alerts." "You’ll wear the noise-canceling headphones I bought you at the pharmacy," Molly reassured him. "Just focus on the unwrapped boxes. Avoid the glitter bombs. They’re a distraction tactic used by the parents." Bill sighed, leaning back in his creaky chair. "Is it really worth it? We’re risking felony charges for a collection of dinosaur figurines and scented markers." "It’s not about the markers, Bill," Molly said, her voice dropping to a gravelly serious tone. "It’s about the principle. No child should have more fun than a professional thief." "That’s a very thin moral compass you’re navigating by," Bill muttered. "Silence! Do you have the disguises?" Molly demanded. Bill reached into a brown paper bag and pulled out two oversized, glittery party hats. "I found these in the clearance bin. They’re festive, yet inconspicuous." "They’re neon green, Bill. We’ll look like targets, not guests." "It’s called camouflage, Molly. In a room full of chaos, the brightest object is the hardest to track." Molly stared at the hat, then at the blueprints, then back at Bill. "Fine. But if we get caught because you start eating the party snacks, I’m leaving you to face the toddlers alone." "I make no promises regarding the cocktail sausages," Bill warned. "Then let’s move," Molly commanded, grabbing her gear. "Operation: Naptime begins at fourteen-hundred hours."