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The blueprint of the cul de sac fluttered in the damp night air as Bill traced a sausage finger across the poster board. It was a masterpiece of tactical absurdity featuring glitter glue arrows and a strategically placed gummy bear representing the bounce house. Molly adjusted her tactical turtleneck which she had foolishly purchased in hot pink because the black ones were out of stock. She squinted at the suburban fortress where balloons bobbed ominously in the gentle breeze. Bill cleared his throat and tapped the glitter arrow with unwarranted solemnity. We strike at precisely two pm right when the existential dread of the clown reaches its absolute peak. Molly folded her arms and stared at her partner. Bill that is a toddler named Barnaby and his theme is aggressively nautical. And those presents are aggressively unsecured. Do you know what kind of black market markup Hot Wheels command in this economy Molly? We are talking about liquid capital wrapped in shiny unicorn paper. Bill whispered fiercely as a rogue golden retriever barked two houses down causing both professional criminals to dive heroically behind a very inadequate plastic flamingo. Molly brushed pink lawn mulch from her nose and sighed deeply. It is a four year old birthday party not Fort Knox. Precisely which is why our defenses against the pinata are criminally inadequate. Bill produced a pair of oversized oven mitts from his trench coat and slipped them over his hands with great dramatic flair. He claimed they were for thermal insulation against hostile juice boxes. Molly simply stared at him wondering for the hundredth time how they had managed to successfully steal a cement mixer from a municipal park last Tuesday. She checked her stopwatch and adjusted her night vision goggles which were currently useless against the blinding glare of the neighbor security lights. Let us go liberate some Legos. With the agility of two raccoons wrestling inside a sleeping bag they scrambled over the low picket fence and landed clumsily in a patch of prize-winning hydrangeas. Bill hissed in pain and accused the flowers of assault while Molly hoisted him up by his suspenders. They crept toward the patio where a towering pyramid of brightly wrapped boxes awaited their doom. The faint strains of Baby Shark echoed from inside the house signaling that the parents were thoroughly distracted by sugar and survival instincts. Bill rubbed his oven-mitted hands together with pure unadulterated glee. Just try to blend in Molly. She rolled her eyes and slapped a party hat on her pink turtleneck as Bill dove headfirst into the gift pile with the grace of a starving pelican.