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The inflatable castle was their ticket to the jackpot. Molly adjusted her fake mustache, her eyes locked on the pile of brightly wrapped boxes in the backyard. We strike during the Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey tournament, Molly whispered, checking her watch. The sugar crash should hit the target demographic by exactly four o'clock. Are you sure about this, Molly? Bill asked, nervously adjusting his oversized clown nose. What if we get spotted by the birthday boy? He’s six, Bill. His tactical awareness is zero, Molly hissed. Just grab the Lego sets. Leave the hand-knitted sweaters. What about the juice boxes? Bill asked. I get thirsty when I’m committing grand larceny. No side quests, Bill! Molly snapped. We have a five-minute window before the clown starts his balloon animal set. But what if they have a bouncy castle guard? Bill whimpered. I’ll distract the mother with gossip about the HOA, Molly said, handing him a duffel bag. You slip inside, baggy the loot, and blend into the ball pit if anyone looks. I don't know, Bill mumbled. This feels morally questionable, even for us. They have three Nintendo Switches in there, Bill. I'm going in, Bill said.