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Molly slapped her false mustache back onto her nose. It was itchy, but professionalism required sacrifices. She turned to her partner. "Listen up, Bill. The target is seven today, which means high security. We are talking massive juice box barricades and crazy helicopter parents." Bill peered through his tactical binoculars, rustling a greasy paper bag of assorted jellybeans and chewing each one extremely loudly. "I see a suspicious clown, Molly. He looks very shifty. What if he is some real undercover police officer?" Molly rolled her eyes so hard she nearly sprained them. She snatched the plastic binoculars from his sticky, sweet hands. "He is just a guy making balloon dogs. Focus on the prize. The primary gift table is right next to the bouncy castle." Bill trembled, staring at the giant inflatable royal fortress floating in the vast green yard. "The bouncy castle is a dangerous zone. The high static electricity alone could fry our equipment." Molly sighed deeply, gently tapping the pink radio transmitter clipped to her colorful vest. "We do not have any tactical equipment, Bill. We are currently using baby monitors." Bill nodded sagely. He carefully wiped his sticky sugary fingers on his oversized plaid trousers. "Right. Good point. So, how do we handle the primary distraction?" She unrolled a highly detailed crayon map of the backyard, pinning the corners down with miniature soda cans. "At exactly fourteen hundred hours, the birthday boy blows out his candles. That is when you strike. You will release the toddlers by screaming that the pinata is broken." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully, trying to visualize thirty toddlers reacting to free chocolate in a closed space. "Will they really stampede? Toddlers are highly unpredictable when they smell sugar." Molly grinned maliciously, her eyes sparkling with the cold determination of a master thief who wanted those toys. "They will demolish everything in their path. While they riot, I grab the Lego boxes and throw them into the diaper bags." Bill frowned, pointing a chubby finger at a small pencil scribble near the edge of the sandbox. "But what about the fierce security patrol? The online dossier clearly mentioned a beast." Molly scoffed, tossing a glittery green party horn into her pocket as her primary weapon. "It is a golden retriever puppy. It has zero tactical defensive training." Bill shuddered inside the cramped escape car they borrowed from his sweet mother. "I am weak for puppies, Molly. If it licks my hand, all my training goes out the window." Molly firmly grabbed him by the lapels of his oversized jacket, shaking him until his red nose squeaked. "Stay focused. Jimmy Higgins got a motorized toy car. Think of the black market cash." Bill sniffled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two shiny, pointy cardboard hats. "Should we wear the colorful festive headwear? You know, for tactical camouflage?" Molly snatched the hat. "Obviously, my giant friend. Let us quickly go do this."