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Molly stared at the blue gelatin castle through her binoculars and adjusted her tactical clown wig. Are you sure the vault is behind the bounce house, Bill asked, nervously sweating green face paint into his collar. Positive, Molly whispered, clutching her clipboard and a sack labeled loot. The master thief always hides the spoils near the juice boxes. And the laser tripwires, are they guarded by the pugs again? Worse, ten-year-olds hopped up on Pixy Stix, Molly hissed, narrowing her eyes at a swarm of miniature monsters. We strike at twilight during the pinata carnage. Bill checked his grappling hook made of twisted balloon animals. I still say we should have just stolen the artisanal cupcakes instead. Cupcakes do not appreciate in value on the black market, you amateur, Molly snapped, tapping his oversized rubber nose. Focus. We are liberating those plastic dinosaurs from capitalist oppression. Just try not to slip in the juice boxes this time, Bill sighed, drawing his water pistol silencer. Let's go ruin some childhoods, Molly grinned.