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"So, Bill, the primary entry point is the bounce house," Molly whispered. "I absolutely hate velcro," Bill grumbled. "And sticky toddlers. They smell like apple juice, sweat, and defeat." "Focus. Our target is the towering gift table directly behind the magician." "The terrible magician pulling a sad, fake pigeon from his sleeve?" "He’s doing his best. Now, for the distraction, I drop the glitter bomb." "Why glitter instead of smoke?" "Glitter blinds them but keeps things festive. When it detonates, you grab the Lego." "Can't I grab the Playstation? Lego hurts if you step on it naked." "Lego has a higher street value per gram in the third grade playground, Bill. It’s basic economics." "What about the cake? Can we steal that too?" "No cake, Bill. We are trained professionals, not simple party guests." "But it’s premium chocolate ice cream cake." "Fine, but only if it fits in the thermal duffel. Did you secure our getaway vehicle?" "Yes, it is parked discreetly by the sandbox." "The ridiculously bright pink Barbie Jeep?" "It’s got a brand new twelve volt battery. We’ll absolutely fly down the sidewalk." "Excellent. Synchronize juice boxes on my mark." "Cheers to early retirement, partner." They clinked cardboard.