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Molly slid the architectural blueprints across the sticky diner table, tapping a red X over the bouncy castle. "The target is four today. We hit the backyard at fourteen-hundred hours." Bill squinted at the pastel crayon drawing. "Is that a dragon?" "That is a heavily guarded piñata," Molly said, lowering her dark sunglasses. "Focus, Bill. We need those wrapped packages." "Are we sure about this?" Bill asked, nervously sipping his juice box. "I hear the birthday boy’s older brother has a lethal water balloon arm." "Risk is our business," Molly declared, leaning in close. "You distract the clown, and I bypass the juice station." "What if the clown has balloon animals?" Bill quavered. "I am terrified of squeaky rubber." "Pull yourself together!" Molly hissed, slapping his shoulder. "Think of the loot! Lego sets! Play-Doh! Maybe even a remote-controlled helicopter!" Bill gasped softly. "The chrome one with red propellers?" "The very same," Molly confirmed, flashing a sinister smile. "We walk in, sing Happy Birthday, grab the loot, and melt into the sandbox." Bill gripped his plastic spork tightly, his eyes filled with newfound resolve. "Count me in."