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Molly adjusted her dark goggles, which were entirely useless in the blazing midday sun beating down on suburban Oak Street. Beside her in the thick bushes, Bill nervously chewed a candy cigarette while unrolling a crumpled blueprint of the backyard. They had scouted Timmy’s seventh birthday bash for three painstaking weeks. It was an impenetrable fortress of hyperactive sugar fiends, vigilant mothers armed with wet wipes, and a terrifying party clown who possessed legitimate tactical combat skills. Inside the house lay the ultimate haul: a massive mountain of colorful packages filled with rare building bricks, video games, and expensive toy sports cars. "The bouncy castle covers our entry," Molly whispered, pointing a blue crayon at the drawn lawn. "Should I neutralize the piñata first?" Bill asked, sweating profusely under his heavy mask. "No, just grab all those wrapped birthday presents!" Molly snapped, drawing a plastic bubble gun. The schedule was extraordinarily tight. At precisely two o'clock, the double chocolate ice cream cake would distract the fierce parental sentries. They would strike quickly, load the stolen loot into their getaway minivan, and escape long before the sugar crash set in. It was the greatest heist, assuming they survived the sticky toddlers.