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Molly spread the blueprints across the sticky kitchen table. "Listen, Bill, the target is the bounce house." Bill scratched his chin. "Why the bounce house?" "Because that is where the parents stash the loot to keep it away from the toddlers," she whispered. "What about the face paint?" Bill asked. "Crucial. We blend in as oversized clowns." Bill frowned. "I can't do a balloon animal, Molly." "Just pretend you're struggling with a poodle. It adds pathos," she snapped. "And the security?" Molly pointed to a photo of a golden retriever. "One dog. Easily bribed with a piece of premium ham." "I'm allergic to ham," Bill groaned. "Suck it up for the sake of the Lego sets," Molly commanded. "Fine. Do we have a getaway vehicle?" "A motorized tricycle I stole from a brat in Jersey. It's stealthy." Bill stared at her. "We are going to get arrested by a seven-year-old." "Not if we hit the cake table first," Molly grinned. "Sugar rush, then we vanish." "I want the giant teddy bear," Bill insisted. "Focus, Bill! The operation begins at the first bubble machine blast."