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"Hand me the glitter bomb," Molly whispered. "Is it safe?" Bill asked. "Define safe." "Won't blind eight-year-olds." "Mostly," she said. "Now, the target is six, obsessed with dinosaurs, named Timmy." "Timmy," Bill repeated. "He's ruthless." "He bit a clown last year." "Brutal." "Focus," Molly hissed, pointing at the blueprint. "The bouncy castle is our drop zone. The stack of presents sits near the juice boxes." "Do we grab the juice?" "Stick to the toys, Bill! We grab the Lego, the RC cars, and any cash inside card envelopes." "What about the cake?" "We are professionals, not monsters." "Red velvet?" "Okay, maybe a slice." Molly checked her watch. "The magician starts in two minutes. That's our window." "I hate magicians." "They create distractions." "They make my skin crawl." "Just put on the mascot mask." "I look ridiculous in this giant blue bear head." "You look like a beloved entertainer," Molly corrected. "Now pull the pin on that smoke grenade." "Wait, it smells like strawberries!" "It's child-friendly teargas, Bill. Throw it!" "Happy birthday to me," Bill muttered, throwing the canister. "Move, move, move!" Molly yelled. "Leave no Barbie behind!"