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Molly adjusted her fake mustache. "Alright, Bill, phase one: disguise as clowns." "I am not wearing the red nose, Molly. It ruins my cheekbones." "Fine, you're the balloon specialist. The target is Timmy's seventh birthday party. The loot consists of three PlayStations, a pony voucher, and twenty cash envelopes from desperate grandparents." "What about security?" "A hyperactive golden retriever and a mother fueled entirely by cheap prosecco." "Terrifying. What is our primary entry point?" "The bounce house at fourteen hundred hours. While the ankle-biters eat cake, you grab the loot near the bouncy castle and throw it over the fence." "And if tactical mothers surround us?" "Deploy the tactical glitter bomb, Bill. They'll spend weeks vacuuming. We escape through the neighbor's hedge, rendezvous at the getaway minivan, and split the Lego." "Is the minivan booster-seat compliant?" "We're thieves, Bill, not monsters. Of course it is." "Good. Did you pack juice boxes?" "Apple and grape. Now pay attention." Molly tapped the tactical map. "Focus, Bill. Twenty tiny screamers stand between us and that mountain of wrapped treasure. Are you in or out?" "I'm in. Let's go rob some unsuspecting seven-year-olds."