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Molly adjusted her tactical goggles, peering through the backyard fence. "Target acquired. The bouncy castle is positioned directly over the pile of loot," she whispered. Bill checked his stopwatch, looking nervous. "Are we sure about this? It is a five-year-old's birthday party, Molly. This feels morally questionable." "Morality doesn't pay for my vintage motorcycle, Bill," Molly snapped. "Is the distraction ready?" "The clown is currently performing a very intense balloon animal routine," Bill replied, glancing at the patio. "He is a professional. He will keep the parents occupied." "Perfect. Now, grab the heavy-duty gift bags," she commanded. "What if a kid sees us?" Bill asked, his voice trembling. "A toddler with a juice box and a grudge?" "Then you deploy the smoke pellets and we run," Molly insisted. "Focus! We need those Lego sets and the remote-controlled cars before the cake is cut." "I feel like a villain in a very low-budget cartoon," Bill muttered, hoisting a sack. "Stop whining and start grabbing," Molly hissed. "On my signal, we dive into the chaos."