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Molly adjusted her night vision goggles, which were completely useless inside the sunlit van, and unrolled blueprints of the suburban backyard. "Are you sure about this, Molly? Stealing from a seven year old kid feels wrong." Bill sighed, adjusting his squeaky red party hat nervously. She pointed a glittery plastic wand directly at the drawn bouncy house. "Listen to me, Bill. Little Timmy is sitting on a goldmine of Lego sets, video game consoles, and high sugar snacks." Bill chewed on his juice box straw, eyeing the tactical diaper bag resting on the seat between them. "What about the heavy security?" Molly pulled a bright orange clown nose over her face with deadpan intensity. "I bribed the hired clown. He unleashes aggressive balloon animals at noon, creating total toddler chaos. While terrified parents panic, we swoop in and bag the loot." Bill checked his plastic bubble gun, making sure the battery was fully charged. "That is devious. But what if the giant piñata explodes?" Molly gave a sharp, serious nod and put on bright pink rubber dishwashing gloves. "If that candy bomb goes off, it is every thief for himself." "Agreed. Let us go rob these silly little babies blind."