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Molly checked her watch, her tactical visor reflecting the pastel chaos of the bouncy castle sixty yards away. Behind her, Bill was frantically trying to squeeze his six-foot-four frame into a neon-green dinosaur suit. The scent of spilled apple juice and desperation hung heavy in the warm afternoon air. "The security is tighter than we anticipated," Molly whispered, adjusting her binoculars to focus on a fierce-looking mother wielding a juice-box stapler. "My contact said the loot is hidden under the primary balloon arch." Bill struggled with his foam tail, knocking over a nearby recycling bin with a loud clatter. "My zipper is stuck on a sequin." Molly rolled her eyes and checked her map of the backyard. "Focus, Bill. We have a five-minute window when they sing the candle song. That’s our cue to sweep the gift table." "Is the getaway tricycle in position?" Bill muttered, his face grim behind the mesh mouth of the dinosaur. "It is," Molly replied, tapping her earpiece. "Just make sure you don't eat any cake this time." They crouched low in the azalea bushes, waiting for the high-pitched screams of sugar-fueled children to signal the start of their greatest, pettiest heist of the summer.