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Bill adjusted his oversized clown nose with a sweaty finger while reviewing the blueprints for the heavily fortified suburban cul de sac. Molly sharpened a frosting knife with absolute murderous focus. Security would be tight because wealthy toddlers hired elite protection these days. Three naproxen and a juice box remained in Bill tactical fanny pack for extraction emergencies. He pointed at the map where the bouncy castle blocked the northern sniper perimeter. Molly nodded once and checked her zip ties. The target was a five year old named Barnaby who possessed a rare first edition remote control monster truck. Operation Sugar Rush was officially a go. Bill swallowed hard because clowns terrified him even when he was wearing the shoes. Molly kicked the grandfather clock to practice her stealth entry kick. They needed total silence and zero peanut allergies. He whispered to his partner about the getaway vehicle. Molly replied that she had hotwired the pastel pink golf cart parked by the lemonade stand. They synchronized their glow in the dark wristwatches and practiced their fake balloon animal threat assessments. Nothing could possibly go wrong with this masterpiece of criminal genius.