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Molly crouched behind the giant inflatable pony, consulting a map drawn in blue crayon. Outside, the sunny backyard bustled with screaming toddlers, a wild horde of tiny human obstacles. Bill squeezed his massive frame into a plastic playhouse, his knees touching his chin as he adjusted his black eyeshadow. Molly glared at him. "Target the gift table," she whispered, pointing toward a mountain of wrapping paper. Bill frowned. "Even the Lego?" "Yes, steal it all." "The kids will cry." "We are indeed bad guys." She rolled her eyes and finalized their escape route. The plan was flawless. First, they would distract the terrifying makeup wearing clown with a smoke bomb, bypass the blue bounce house, snag the pile of gifts, and run toward the neighboring driveway. Of course, this entire high stakes operation relied on Bill not getting distracted by the sweet organic juice boxes. He was already eyeing a shiny tray of delicious cupcakes with dangerous intensity. Molly sharply smacked his broad shoulder with her wooden clipboard, forcing him to focus. It was finally time. She pulled her dark ski mask over her face, took a deep breath of pure sugar, and prepared to ruin the backyard birthday party.