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Molly adjusted her green plastic goggles, though it was three in the afternoon and the sun was blinding. She crouched behind a manicured hydrangea bush, clutching a detailed blueprint of the bouncy castle drawn in blue crayon. Beside her, Bill struggled to blend in, wearing a thick black turtleneck that was rapidly absorbing the June heat and causing him to sweat profusely. Across the soft grass, thirty hyperactive children ran in chaotic circles, fueled by sugar and pure adrenaline. The glittery loot was finally in sight: a plastic folding table piled high with brightly decorated boxes, currently guarded only by a sleeping teenager in a green dinosaur suit. "We strike when they cut the cake," Molly whispered. Bill warily eyed the gazebo. "But that clown is armed." He pointed a trembling finger toward a terrifying man twisting long balloons into swords. Molly quickly unzipped her tactical fanny pack, revealing her secret weapon. "I brought eighty very sharp tacks," she smiled, patting her glittering metal ammunition. Bill grinned from ear to ear, rubbing his sweaty, gloved hands together in absolute joy. "Perfect heist," he mumbled, slowly adjusting his dark mask as they prepared to ruin this poor child’s birthday party forever.