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Molly adjusted her high-powered binoculars, staring directly into the bouncy castle. She chewed her lip nervously, recalculating the risk factor. "The piñata is a decoy, Bill. I can feel it." Bill checked his cartoonish wristwatch and sighed heavily. He pulled a map out of his cargo pants. "Don't start with the conspiracies again, Molly. The cake goes down at three. We strike at three-fifteen." "What about the clown?" Molly asked, squinting. "He looks shifty. Is he working for the syndicate?" "That's just Barnaby," Bill muttered. "He does balloon animals. Focus on the prize." "Right. The giant box with the sparkly pink bow." Molly pointed a laser pointer at the glittering tower of cardboard perched dangerously near the sandbox. "That's where the Lego Death Star is hidden. I know it." "Keep your voice down," Bill hissed, swatting her hand away from the window. "A eight-year-old just looked right at us." "Did she blow our cover?" Molly whispered, reaching frantically for her smoke bombs. "No, you idiot. She thinks you're the entertainment." Bill rubbed his temples in frustration. "Put the fog machine back in the van right now. We walk in, we sing Happy Birthday, we swap the pile for empty boxes, and we walk out."