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The bright morning sun illuminated the messy kitchen. Molly unrolled the crayon drawing across the wooden table. "This is the target. Timmy seventh birthday. Presents will be piled near the bouncy castle." she said. Molly pointed a manicured fingernail at a crudely sketched slide. The blueprint was drawn in washable markers, but the stakes were incredibly high. Bill squinted at the paper. "Why is there a giant purple dinosaur guarding the perimeter?" He leaned closer, adjusting his thick glasses while studying the brightly colored layout of the suburban backyard. "That is Barney. He is an entertainer. He smokes at exactly two fifteen. That is our window." Molly replied. She took a slow sip of her black coffee, maintaining intense eye contact with her partner. "Two fifteen? What if he vapes?" "Then we have three extra minutes. Focus Bill. The real threat is a clown." Bill shuddered. He rubbed his arms, visibly haunted by a traumatic childhood memory involving a birthday magician and a very aggressive dove. "I hate clowns. Can we just shoot the clown?" "No shooting the clown. We are professionals. We use the distraction." "What distraction?" "The paper donkey. When it breaks, the children will swarm the candy. Total chaos. We slip through the patio doors, grab the boxes, and extract via the ball pit." Molly said, tapping a drawn animal. Her finger landed squarely on a bright yellow circle representing the ultimate distraction zone. "Extract via the ball pit? Molly, I am wearing a tuxedo." "You are wearing a tuxedo to a backyard party in July?" "I thought it was a gala." "It is a barbecue Bill. Take off the cummerbund and put on the foam hands. You are the mascot." "I am not wearing the foam hands. They smell like old cheese." "They smell like victory. Now, review the escape route." Bill sighed loudly. He slumped back in his wooden chair, finally accepting his ridiculous fate for the afternoon. "We exit through the side gate, avoiding the water slide, and get into the getaway vehicle." "Which is?" "The ice cream truck." "Exactly. You drive, I play the jingle. If a parent tries to stop us, I throw a frozen treat." "What if the presents are just clothes?" "Timmy is seven. There will be plastic bricks. Plastic bricks are untraceable. We fence them to teenagers down the street." "And if there is a puppy?" "We leave the puppy Bill. We are thieves, not monsters." "Right. Good boundary." "Memorize the juice boxes. If a kid asks for apple, give them apple. Do not mix up the fruit punch. That causes tantrums." "I know the juice protocol Molly." "Good. Put on the foam hands. We have a bouncy castle to infiltrate." Molly slowly grabbed her heavy black tactical sunglasses.