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"No, Bill, you cannot wear the inflatable dinosaur suit," Molly whispered. "But it has storage space in the tail," Bill argued. "We could fit at least six Lego sets in there." "It squeaks every time you step! The birthday boy is seven, not deaf." "Fine. What about the cake?" "We are not stealing the cake." "But it is double-chocolate." "We are here for the gift table, Bill. Focus. Once the clown starts his balloon animal routine, we make our move. I will bypass the bounce house security." "You mean the teenager sleeping on the lawn chair?" "He is a formidable obstacle. I will distract him with a juice box. Then, you bag the loot." "Should I bring the smoke bombs?" "Why would we need smoke bombs at a backyard party?" "For theatrical flair, Molly. Plus, it smells like sour apple." "No smoke bombs. Just the giant sack." "Is it the one with Santa on it?" "We turned the sack inside out, Bill. We are professionals, not festive amateurs." "Right. Inside-out Santa sack. Got it. Do we get to eat any of the mini corn dogs?" "Only if you do not get ketchup on the Lego sets."