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Look at the blueprint, Bill, Molly said. This is a napkin, Molly. It is a tactical sketch. Now, phase one: the perimeter. It is a suburban cul-de-sac. There is a plastic flamingo in the front yard. Exactly. The flamingo is our sentinel. We slip past the inflatable slide, dodge the bubble machine, and breach the sliding glass door at exactly fourteen hundred hours. Why fourteen hundred? That is when the cake comes out. Total sensory overload. The children will be distracted by sugar and frosting. The parents will be preoccupied with the inevitable meltdown of a toddler named Brayden. I do not like the sound of Brayden. Neither do I, which is why we move fast. We hit the living room, sweep the gift table, and exit through the laundry room. What about the dog? A golden retriever. Easily bribed with a piece of premium deli ham. I am not carrying ham, Molly. I am carrying the bags. Fine, I will handle the canine diversion. Now, regarding the loot. We are looking at high-yield plastics, plushies, and possibly a few Lego sets. Lego sets have a high resale value. Exactly. It is a goldmine of primary colors. Wait, what if we get caught? What is the cover story? We are the Surprise Entertainment. I have a clown nose in the bag and you are wearing a polka-dot tie. I am not wearing a polka-dot tie. You are now. Put it on. It is too tight. Beauty is pain, Bill. Crime is commitment. Now, tell me the signal for the toddler is charging. Quack? Quack. Perfect. And if the parents see us? I will tell them I am the uncle from Ohio. You are from New Jersey. Exactly. That is why they will not recognize me. Genius. Now, let us review the extraction point. The hydrangea bush by the fence. Too exposed. It is the only place the sprinklers do not hit. We cannot risk damping the merchandise. Do we have a plan for the balloons? Bill asked. Standard procedure. We pop them as a diversion if we are cornered. The high-pitched noise will trigger a secondary panic among the children. You are a monster, Molly. I am a professional, Bill. Now, check your watch. Are we really doing this? Stealing from seven-year-olds? They have parents, Bill. They will get more. Besides, the sheer audacity of the heist is what makes it art. I just hope there is no glitter. I still have glitter on my shoes from the preschool job. Sacrifices must be made for the craft, Molly replied.