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Molly tapped the map. "Listen, Bill. The target is the Miller residence. Saturday, two PM. The theme is 'Intergalactic Space Explorers.'" "A space party?" Bill asked. "Are we stealing rocket ships?" "No, you idiot," Molly snapped. "We're stealing the loot. The pile of wrapped boxes under the tree. It's a goldmine of Lego sets, high-end drones, and tablets." "What about the defense system? I heard there's a laser grid or a high-tech security dog." "It's a seven-year-old in a dinosaur suit, Bill," she said. "That's the only defense you'll face." "That sounds terrifying. What if there's bouncy castle interference affecting our sonar?" "We use the bouncy castle for extraction," Molly replied. "We jump in, grab the goods, and bounce out the side window." "And the juice boxes? Are they part of the haul?" Bill asked. "Forget the juice boxes. Focus on the Nintendo Switches." "Can I at least wear a tactical mask?" "No, you'll wear a red clown nose. It's the perfect camouflage in a room full of birthday chaos." "A clown nose? This is the lowest I've ever sunk!" Bill cried. "Quiet! It's for the craft, Bill. Now, pack the bags and grab the glitter-free gloves. We move at dawn."