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Bill stared at the blueprints with absolute dread. Molly adjusted her ninja booties and cracked her knuckles with sinister glee. Are you mental, Bill hissed, rubbing his aching temples. We are master criminals, not unhinged toddlers. We are broke, Molly whispered back fiercely. And Lord Snugglepuffs Fifth Birthday Bash has thirty grand in unspent toy funds. They have laser tripwires guarded by aggressively territorial seven-year-olds, Bill groaned, pointing at the map. I bought industrial-strength juice boxes to bribe the guards, Molly grinned, waving a neon pouch. You actually think a Capri Sun will bypass a sugar-fueled sugar rush? Bill asked incredulously, his left eye twitching. It worked on the last warden, she shrugged, tightening her glittery utility belt. Just follow my lead, grab the Lego sets, and try not to cry when we steal the piñata. Bill sighed, pulling his black balaclava over his face. If a rogue clown captures us, I am blaming your midlife crisis. We ride at dawn, Molly cheered, leaping gracefully out the window and immediately landing face-first into a towering pile of discarded juice boxes.