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Molly tapped her blueprint of the municipal bouncy castle with a yellow Crayon while Bill chewed nervously on a miniature noisemaker. “We go in during the piñata distraction,” Molly whispered, her trench coat rustling with stolen juice boxes. “You have the burlap sacks?” “Twelve sacks, strictly double-stitched for maximum Lego absorption,” Bill confirmed, adjusting his oversized pirate eye patch. “Are we sure about this? It is toddlers, Molly. They have terrifying grips.” “Focus, Bill! The loot table is overflowing with remote-controlled dinosaurs and imported artisanal cupcakes.” “I just think targeting a five-year-old named Barnaby is a new low for us, professionally speaking.” “Professionalism is why we are wearing matching tuxedo onesies, Bill. Now, synchronize your juice-box timers. We strike at sugar crash.” “Fine, but if the clown throws glitter, I am activating the getaway tricycle immediately.” “There is no tricycle, Bill.” “Then God have mercy on our kneecaps.”