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Molly adjusted her tactical turtleneck, ignoring the ninety-degree heat. The suburban driveway loomed ahead, guarded by a terrifyingly realistic cardboard cutout of a cartoon dinosaur. Inside the house, the sounds of shrieking children and pop music suggested the target was heavily fortified. They weren't after diamonds or bearer bonds. The prize was a mountain of brightly wrapped plastic crap waiting in the living room. "We need the bouncy castle blueprints," Molly whispered. "I brought my old slide projector and some apple juice," Bill replied. Bill fumbled with outdated technology, looking less like a thief and more like a confused teacher. The party was scheduled to end in forty minutes, leaving a tight window before the birthday boy’s parents started hauling the loot to the minivan. Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. A rogue balloon drifted past their hiding spot in the azalea bushes. They had practiced bypassing laser grids, but navigating a sea of sugar-fueled toddlers was a completely different operational parameter. If they timed the cake cutting right, the distraction would be absolute. Bill clicked the projector on, projecting a blurry image of an inflatable fire truck onto the garage door. It would be a long afternoon.