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The blueprint spread across the sticky diner table outlined the greatest challenge of their criminal careers. Bill tapped a stubby finger on the laminated children menu right over the drawing of a depressed clown. According to my cousin Vinnie who moonlights as a balloon animal artist the loot room is located directly behind the bounce castle. Molly squinted at the crayon marks and adjusted her night vision goggles which kept sliding down her nose because she forgot to take off her reading glasses. Are we absolutely certain the security guard won't be a problem this time Bill because last Tuesday the golden retriever security detail nearly compromised our entire operation. That was a therapy dog Molly and he just wanted a belly rub not a tactical interrogation. Bill folded the blueprint with dramatic flair and tucked it into his ill fitting tuxedo jacket. This time the target is purely high value and practically unguarded unless you count a hyperactive horde of sugar fueled toddlers wielding frosting covered cupcakes. Molly loaded her specialized grappling hook with a roll of wrapping paper instead of a steel cable. I still maintain that rappelling through the skylight in formal wear is a terrible choice for a Tuesday afternoon snatch and grab. It adds a touch of class to our felony convictions now hand me the glitter bomb and let us go liberate those poorly wrapped Amazon boxes.