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Molly studied the blueprints for the third time, her glasses perched precariously on her nose. "It's ridiculous to think we'd need to scale a five-foot fence," she muttered, folding the paper. Bill scratched his forehead, watching a goblin bounce outside. "Concussions are messy, Molly," Bill whispered, peering through binoculars. "Besides, who puts a climbing wall next to a fence?" "Parents who don't want to worry about insurance," Molly replied, tapping her pen. "According to my surveillance, they've got a classic treasure chest lock on that toy box. Piece of cake." "That's what you said about the bank security system." "Recalibrated that in two minutes," Molly snapped. "And stopped that screaming alarm. You just got startled by the flashing lights." A barrage of confetti exploded from a nearby window. Bill flinched. "Maybe we reconsider. There's at least twenty kids running around, and they're hyper-stimulated on sugar." Molly sighed, straightening her sleeves. "Child labor liquidates presents faster than we can steal them. Grab the bolt cutters." "Should we... bring party favors?" Bill asked nervously, watching a piñata break open. "For, you know, blending in?" Molly rolled her eyes. "You did not just suggest we crash a children's party as adults dressed like unicorns." "I was thinking clowns," Bill said softly. "They're less... frightening."