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Bill adjusted his oversized velvet clown nose and glared at the suburban mansion glittering under the moonlight. "We are professionals, Molly, not toddlers with a sugar rush." "Relax, Shakespeare," Molly whispered, adjusting her neon green tutu with practiced grace. "Do you want the diamond encrusted tiara hidden inside the giant princess pinata or not?" "It is a children's birthday party, Molly! Guarded by four-year-olds hopped up on juice boxes." "Exactly. Their hand-eye coordination is atrocious. They never see the sweep coming." "I still feel ridiculous in these squeaky shoes." "Focus, Bill. The loot calls to us." He sighed, checking his grappling hook. "Fine. But if I get licked by another golden retriever wearing a party hat, I am retiring to Florida." "Florida has no loot, partner. Now, give me a boost past the bouncy castle." Bill groaned, hoisting his eccentric accomplice toward the open upstairs window. The sweet scent of spilled punch and crushed dreams drifted on the evening breeze. Operation Sugar Rush was officially underway, and the terrible toddlers of Maple Street stood zero chance against their greatest nemesis.