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Molly spread the dirty blueprint across the hood of their van, pinning it down with an old juice box. She pointed a red laser beam directly at the bouncy castle. "Listen closely, Bill. The mark is turning seven today. That means seven years of privilege, culminating in a heavily guarded mountain of pristine Lego sets." Bill adjusted his bright red tactical clown nose, squinting carefully. "What about the hostiles?" "Sugar crazed toddlers," Molly whispered, her dark eyes flashing intensity. "They are vicious and sticky. If one approaches, drop juice pouches immediately to distract them." "Brilliant. And the perimeter patrol?" "Magician," Molly growled, tapping her map. "He does terrible sleight of hand. Do not look him in the eye or he will distract you with quarters." Bill checked his oversized prop watch with solemn gravity. "Is the pinata loaded?" "Forget the pinata! We want wrapped goods under the patio umbrella. We slide in during cake time and escape." Bill zipped up his sparkle covered stealth suit, nodding in complete agreement. She handed him a glittery sack and adjusted her oversized black mask before they both began creeping quietly toward the very loud, chaotic suburban backyard lawn together. "Time to raid it!"