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"Alright, Bill, so here's the plan," Molly whispered, leaning over the crumpled blueprint of the community center. "We'll slip in during the birthday cake slice. Everyone'll be distracted by the clown and the screams of sugar-crazed four-year-olds." Bill snorted, nearly dropping his stolen clipboard. "Mol, I'm not squeezing into a bounce house for loot. My knees still ache from last week's job at the pet store." "Please, just this once!" Molly pleaded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The party bag pile is right by the emergency exit. One zip, grab the loot, and we're gone before the parents finish their sad little karaoke hour." "Last time you said 'one zip,' we ended up with a bouncy T-rex and zero getaways," Bill grumbled, wiping sweat from his brow. "What if some tiny terror catches us red-handed? Those ankle-biters bite harder than guard dogs." Molly grinned wickedly. "Then we scatter glitter bombs and shout, 'SURPRISE!' They'll be too busy chasing shiny stuff to yell for mommy. Come on, Bill—think of the toy haul: action figures, trucks, even the batteries included! We'll retire on plastic loot."