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Molly checked her wristwatch while adjusting her ridiculously oversized clown shoes. Bill struggled manfully to squeeze his broad shoulders into a sequined fairy princess vest that smelled faintly of strawberry vape juice. They crouched behind a strategically placed plastic flamingo in the overgrown bushes of suburban cul de sac hell. "Are you sure this is the target, Bill? The intelligence was sketchy," Molly whispered, glaring at a rogue piece of cotton candy stuck to her velvet sleeve. "Trust me, the intel is solid. Little Timmy’s uncle is a crypto bro who bought out the entire catalog of a luxury toy store. We are talking solid gold Hot Wheels and limited-edition action figures," Bill replied, popping a breath mint into his mouth. "And you are certain the security guard is neutralized?" "Uncle Gary passed out after three glasses of cheap chardonnay. He is currently snoring louder than a lawnmower." "Then let us infiltrate the bouncy castle of doom. Remember, grab the big boxes first, and if anyone asks, we are the hired entertainment." "I am not doing balloon animals, Molly. I draw the line at dachshunds."