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Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles and glared at Bill. Are you sure the intel is solid, Bill? Positive, Molly. Ten-year-old Timmy’s parents spared no expense. We are talking imported Belgian chocolates, top-tier video games, and designer scooters. And it is guarded by sugar-fueled toddlers? Deadly little carnivores, but we strike at nap time, whispered Bill, creeping toward the bouncy castle. If a four-year-old takes me down with a juice box, I am cutting your cut, she warned. Just follow my lead, Molly. We grab the loot, ditch the clown, and we are dining on caviar by sundown. What about the piñata? Leave the piñata, it is a trap. Now, give me your shoulder, I am going over the velvet rope. Watch the tutu, Bill, it is rented. Did you hear that? Only the heavy breathing of a sleeping toddler. Move, move, move! If we get caught stealing My Little Pony sets, I am blaming your midlife crisis. Focus, master criminal! Look at that haul under the inflatable slide. It is practically begging for a five-finger discount. Try not to step on the squeaky duck.