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Molly squinted at the blueprint of the backyard patio. "The target is the bouncy castle, Bill. That is where the loot is concentrated." Bill wiped sweat from his forehead with a greasy napkin. "Is it worth the risk? There is a clown, Molly. A literal clown." "Focus! The clown is a distraction. A colorful, squeaky-balloon-twisting distraction," Molly whispered fiercely. "We strike during the cake cutting. When the sugar crash hits, we move." "What if the toddlers stage a perimeter defense?" Bill asked, his voice trembling. "They have tiny, unpredictable limbs." "We use the distraction of the piñata," Molly replied, tapping the map. "While they swarm the donkey, we bag the high-end Lego sets and the motorized scooters." Bill gripped his flashlight. "And the stuffed animals? They are heavy, Molly. Very heavy." "We leave the teddy bears, Bill. We are thieves, not charity workers," she snapped. "Fine," Bill sighed, adjusting his tactical diaper bag. "But if the clown catches us, I am telling him it was your idea." "Just grab the snacks and stay low," Molly commanded. "Operation Birthday Bash is a go."