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Molly adjusted her dusty binoculars, glaring at the loud, chaotic suburban backyard. Beside her in the bushes, Bill adjusted his squeaky, red plastic foam nose. "Are you wearing a clown nose?" "It is standard cover, Molly. The perfect disguise." "We are robbing those toddlers, not joining the circus today, Bill." Bill ignored her sarcasm, adjusting his oversized yellow tie. He pulled a soggy paper napkin from his pocket and flattened it against the dirt ground. "Where is the blueprint?" "Under the juice boxes. Behold, the bouncy castle plans." "This is just a crayon drawing of a tiny sparkly brown pony." Molly rubbed her temples, feeling a sudden migraine. Bill defended his work with a shrug, checking a ticking watch strapped to his hairy left wrist. "It is a decoy. They have sugar highs and plastic weapons. Do you have the real distraction, then?" "I brought pink cotton candy smoke bombs." He proudly brandished a shiny canister. Molly stared for a moment, then tossed her lockpicks aside and smiled warmly at her utterly ridiculous, bizarre partner. "Actually, that is brilliant." "I know, Molly. Let us go steal every beautifully wrapped birthday present they have inside that giant, noisy house right now."