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Molly spread the blueprints across the dashboard, her finger tracing a jagged line toward the kitchen. She looked at Bill with tactical seriousness, eyes narrowing at a flaw in the fence. "Listen closely, Bill. The objective is the living room. We enter through the patio doors during the cake frenzy." Bill leaned back, chewing licorice. He looked very skeptical, glancing at the colorful balloons bobbing across the street. "The cake frenzy? Is that some kind of technical term? I don't recall that in the initial briefing." Molly sighed, leaning in to emphasize her point. She had spent three hours studying the behavioral patterns of six-year-olds. "Exactly. When the sugar hits their bloodstreams, the parents lose all situational awareness. It's a biological window of opportunity." Bill frowned, his conscience momentarily overriding his greed. He thought about the innocent faces and the sheer volume of wrapping paper. "Isn't this a bit cruel, Molly? They're only six. Some of them might still be in pull-ups." Molly rolled her eyes and tapped the map aggressively. "They're monsters, Bill. Tiny, screaming monsters. And those limited edition LEGO sets are high-value assets on the market." Bill looked toward the yard, noticing a man in oversized shoes inflating a balloon animal. "I don't know. That clown looks suspicious. He's got a look in his eye that says he knows." Molly scoffed, reaching into a garment bag hanging from the rearview mirror. She pulled out a flurry of pink tulle. "The clown is a distraction. We aren't fighting him; we are blending in. We wear the costumes." Bill stared at the fabric with genuine horror. "I'm not wearing a tutu. I have a reputation in the underworld to maintain." Molly ignored him and checked her watch, the seconds ticking toward the designated infiltration time. "It's a tactical stealth tutu, Bill. We hit the gift table at exactly 14:15." Bill shifted in his seat, wondering if he could negotiate his way out of the attire. "What if there's a piñata? Those things are dangerous weapons." Molly explained the diversion with a level of passion usually reserved for military generals. "We use it as a distraction. While the children fight over taffy, we bag the electronics." Bill looked at the huge gift pile through the window and sighed. "Do we have a bag big enough for a giant teddy bear? I saw a massive one through the window." Molly shook her head, her voice cold and professional. "We leave the bear. It is too bulky and has absolutely zero resale value." Bill pouted, his focus shifting to the inflatable castle in the backyard. "Can I jump in the bouncy castle just once? Just one bounce for morale." Molly stared at him in silence for five long seconds. "Absolutely not. We are professional thieves, not children." He pleaded with her, his eyes wide. "Please, Molly. One bounce and I'll wear the skirt without complaining." Molly handed him the pink skirt and pointed toward the back door of the van. "Deal. Now put on the tutu, Bill. We're moving out in sixty seconds."