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Molly studied the blueprints of the suburban cul de sac while Bill meticulously polished his crowbar and ate a tiny frosted cupcake. The target was the seventh birthday party of hyperactive twins named Brayden and Jaxson. Security was forecasted to be entirely toddlers armed with juice boxes and sticky fingers. Molly tapped the map where the bouncy castle blocked the primary southern approach. Bill suggested they deploy a distraction involving rogue clowns and stolen piatas. They agreed the tactical turtleneck sweaters made them look exceptionally professional despite the neon green balloon animals currently stuck to their shoulders. The perimeter fence was only four feet tall and completely unguarded except for a sleeping basset hound. Bill adjusted his ski mask which kept sliding over his eyes because he forgot to cut the eyeholes properly before leaving their safehouse. Molly reminded him they needed sacks with dollar signs on them for maximum psychological intimidation against eight year olds. Bill nodded sagely and grabbed the duffel bag stuffed with wrapping paper shivs. Operation Sugar Plum was officially underway.