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Molly tapped the crinkled blueprint spread across the sticky diner table. "The bouncy castle is the primary distraction. When the clown arrives, we breach the patio. I grab the boxes. You handle the pinata." Bill chewed his plastic pen, staring blankly at the drawn yard. "Why the pinata?" She pointed at the inflatable structure drawn in red ink. "It is full of candy. Candy is valuable on the black market. Plus I want it. Do not judge my methods." He sighed loudly, dreading the upcoming weekend job. "What about the parents?" Molly rolled her eyes at his lingering hesitation. "They will drink mimosas. We slip in wearing mascot costumes. Nobody questions a giant fuzzy bear at a birthday party." Bill rubbed his chin, contemplating the sticky sugar situation. "I hate the bear suit. It smells like old sweat. Can I be the magic rabbit instead?" She tapped the map again, demanding his full attention. "No. The rabbit is mine. Just wear the bear and grab gifts." Bill crossed his arms, defensive about his costume preferences. Molly smirked at him, finalizing their ridiculous criminal strategy. Bill groaned in defeat, accepting his fuzzy fate. He grabbed his cold coffee cup. She smiled.