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"Are you telling me the target is a six-year-old’s birthday bash?" Molly asked, staring at the blueprint of a suburban living room. Bill nodded solemnly. "The 'Little Timmy' extravaganza. High security, low maturity." "What does high security mean in this context? A baby gate?" "Don't be naive, Molly. There's a balloon arch blocking the main foyer and a professional clown who looks like he’s moonlighting for the mob. Plus, the perimeter is reinforced with a perimeter of sticky-fingered toddlers." Molly leaned back, crossing her arms. "And the loot?" "The Great Pile," Bill whispered. "Center of the room. Lego sets, remote-control drones, a miniature electric car. It’s a goldmine of plastic and lithium batteries." "We're stealing from children, Bill. We’ve hit banks. We’ve hit the Louvre. Now we’re hitting a kid named Timmy?" "It's about the challenge! Think of the logistics. We have to blend in. I’ve already sourced the gear." Molly looked at the table. "Why is there a giant inflatable dinosaur suit?" "Diversion," Bill said. "I go in as the prehistoric guest of honor. I create a chaotic scene—maybe a fake fight with the clown—and while the parents are distracted by the carnage, you slip in through the kitchen." "I am not wearing a matching tutu to complement your dinosaur suit." "The theme is 'Jurassic Garden Party,' Molly. Coordination is key to a clean getaway." "I’m not doing it. It's beneath us." "The electric car is a limited edition scale model, Molly. It fetches three thousand on the black market." Molly paused. "Three thousand?" "At least." "Fine. But I get to choose the tutu color." "Deal. Now, let's discuss the extraction. We leave via the trampoline. It’s the fastest route to the getaway van." "A trampoline? Are we stealing presents or auditioning for a circus?" "It’s called 'tactical bouncing.' It minimizes footprints." "You've spent too much time reading spy novels, Bill. What about the cake? Surely we can't leave a three-tier chocolate cake behind." "I’ve already factored in a cooler bag. We hit the presents, grab the cake, and bounce out before the piñata breaks." "What if the kids see us?" "I'll tell them I'm a magical dinosaur from the fourth dimension. They'll believe anything if you speak in a funny voice." "You are a disaster of a mastermind." "But I'm a mastermind with a plan. Do you want the tutu or not?" "Neon pink," Molly sighed. "And I want the biggest slice of cake."