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The velvet duffel bag slapped against Bill’s knee as they crouched behind the bouncy castle, smelling of hot plastic and impending chaos. Are you sure the loot is inside, Bill whispered, adjusting his ninja-style turtleneck which was suffocatingly tight. Look at the invitation we intercepted, Molly replied, pointing a flashlight at the glitter-soaked paper. It says ultimate plunder awaits. Trust the intel. It is a seven-year-olds birthday party. Precisely. Untrained guards, chaotic environment, and a vault overflowing with imported action figures and designer cupcakes. We strike at dusk. Bill groaned, swatting away a stray balloon. We are master criminals, Molly. We robbed the Louvre. And we got paid in expired museum passes, she snapped back. This gig is high stakes. Sarah’s parents spared no expense on that piñata. I want the solid chocolate skull. Fine, but if a toddler puts me in a headlock again, I am retiring. Just disable the juice box dispenser and follow my lead.