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Molly adjusted her tactical goggles, though it was bright daylight inside the suburban garage. Spread across the hood of their dented hatchback were detailed blueprints of a big residential house, annotated with red ink pointing out lethal security hazards like loose Lego bricks and angry mothers. Bill nervously adjusted his turtleneck, sweating profusely under the weight of three oversized burlap sacks tucked beneath his belt. Stealing wrapped packages from a group of hyperactive children was high risk and high reward, especially considering the rumor that young Timmy’s grandmother had brought a shiny motorized toy car. "The bouncy castle is our primary extraction zone," Molly declared, tapping a plastic magnifying glass against a pastel invitation card. Bill shuddered, checking his watch. "I naturally despise apple juice." "Focus, Bill. Timmy turns seven at noon," she warned, adjusting a fake clown nose that concealed her mini radio. Bill swallowed hard, nervously gripping his glittery smoke bomb. The wall clock ticked rhythmically closer to twelve. Soon, sugary birthday cake would be served, uncontrollable sugar crashes would inevitably begin, and thirty pristine wrapped gifts would finally be theirs for the taking without a single crying child noticing their clever grand escape from this suburban backyard.