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The inflatable castle loomed like a neon pink monstrosity against the suburban twilight. Bill adjusted his comms headset, wincing as a nearby toddler hurled a half eaten juice box at his shin. Molly checked her clipboard with deadly seriousness, scanning the perimeter for roving bands of sugar crazed seven year olds. "Are you sure the loot is unguarded," Bill whispered, ducking behind a suspiciously sticky plastic flamingo. "The intel is solid," Molly replied, squinting through her night vision goggles at the gift table. "Mastermind parents are distracted by the clown making balloon dachshunds. We hit the piñata first for cover." "I still say stealing from a four year old named Brayden violates the professional thieves code." "Brayden’s uncle is a crypto bro who tipped us off with fake Bitcoin, so consider this karmic redistribution." "Fine, but if a chihuahua dressed as a pirate attacks me again, I am deploying the smoke pellets." "Just grab the oversized Paw Patrol box and try not to trip over the juice bar." Bill lunged forward, clutching a sparkly unicorn bag to his chest like a baby hostage. Molly scrambled after him, her pockets jingling with stolen juice boxes.