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The giant, green inflatable castle is our critical entry point, Bill," Molly whispered. "But the security! There is a clown named Bimbo pacing the entire perimeter," Bill trembled. He pointed a crayon. "He has balloon swords, Molly!" "He is high on sugar and dizzy from inflating dachshunds. We slip past him during the candle lighting ceremony." "And what about the primary target?" "The mountain of gifts under the pastel balloons. Twelve Lego spaceships, three gaming consoles, and one heavy box wrapped in shiny unicorn paper." "What about those sugar-crazed, tiny hostiles?" "I have apple juice boxes spiked with heavy chamomile." She checked her wristwatch. "They will be completely unconscious in five minutes." "Brilliant. How exactly do we perform the extraction of this massive loot?" "We use the giant cardboard diaper box. It has a false bottom. We pack the booty, blend with the exhausted parents, and walk out." "What if the diabetic birthday boy himself spots us?" "Give him a juice box and pretend you are his rich uncle from Ohio," she shrugged. "I am currently wearing a bright purple, highly inflatable dinosaur onesie, Molly." "It is a prehistoric theme party, Bill. Now, let us easily rob some wealthy children.