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Molly adjusted her tactical night goggles, which were currently resting above a pair of plastic sunglasses. Spread across the table was a bright crayon blueprint of seven-year-old Timmy’s backyard. The target was pristine, lucrative, and heavily guarded by sugar-addled toddlers. "The giant inflatable bouncy castle provides ideal tactical cover," Molly unrolled the glittery map. She tapped a toothpick against a drawn cluster of helium balloons. That was ground zero, the main gift table, overflowing with wrapped Lego sets, drones, and cash envelopes from generous grandparents. "I strongly refuse to wear the sticky, oversized clown costume again," Bill grumbled, nursing a juice box. He rubbed his forehead, remembering their disastrous chaotic local petting zoo trial. Molly rolled her eyes, tossing him a bag of decoy juice pouches and a pocketful of glitter bombs. The critical drop-off window was very narrow. Once the cake candles were blown out, chaos would reign, creating the ultimate smoke screen. They had forty minutes before the sugar crash set in. If they timed it right, every shiny present would be loaded into the getaway minivan before the first tantrum hit. It was undeniably the absolute ultimate heist of their entire long criminal summer career so far.