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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the sticky diner table, weighing down the corners with salt shakers to reveal the target details. "The target is Timmy. High value assets, mostly building blocks." Bill squinted at the crude crayon drawing she had bribed from the babysitter. "You brought a map drawn by a toddler. How do we read this?" Molly tapped a purple circle near the kitchen area. "That is the living room. The presents are stacked by the fireplace. We go in through the bouncy castle." Bill leaned back, crossing his arms over his leather jacket. "A bouncy castle. We are elite cat burglars, Molly. We do not do stupid bouncy castles." She slid a juice box across the table toward him. "You will do what the job requires. The castle masks our acoustic footprint. We bounce in and bounce out." Bill poked the straw into the box with unnecessary aggression. "What about the parents? There will be at least twenty adults drinking cheap wine and watching us." Molly pulled a stack of colorful invitations from her trench coat. "We blend in. I am Aunt Susan from Ohio. You are the hired magician. I bought you a top hat." Bill choked on his apple juice, coughing loudly into his napkin. "I am not doing magic tricks. I do not know any magic tricks for children." She reached into her bag and produced a plastic wand with a star on the end. "You just wave this and say the magic word. It buys me three minutes to sweep the gifts into the duffel bags." Bill stared at the wand, his professional pride visibly fracturing. "If anyone asks me to pull a rabbit out of a hat, I am shooting the ceiling." Molly patted his hand sympathetically, careful not to smudge the crayon map. "There are no rabbits. Just twenty screaming kids hopped up on blue frosting. Keep them distracted." He sighed, adjusting his collar as he looked back at the purple circle. "Fine. But I get to keep the giant stuffed bear. I need it for my couch." Molly rolled up the blueprint and tucked it into her coat. "Deal. Now go practice your sleight of hand. We hit the ball pit at noon sharp." Bill grabbed the plastic wand and gave it a halfhearted flick, knocking over a salt shaker. "What if the pinata gets out of hand? I am not getting hit with a bat by a crazed first grader." Molly righted the shaker and brushed the spilled salt onto the floor. "You will confiscate the bat during your grand entrance. Tell them it is part of the illusion." He rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache forming behind his eyes. "This is the worst plan we have ever made. We should just rob a bank." Molly smiled warmly, picking up her lukewarm coffee cup taking a slow, deliberate sip. "Banks have guards. Toddlers have short attention spans. Drink up."