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Look at all those tiny, glittering boxes, Bill whispered, adjusting his binoculars. Those are for a seven-year-old, Molly snapped. And that seven-year-old is suddenly the wealthiest kid on the block, Bill countered. Have you seen the size of that red one? It’s practically screaming high-end Lego set. We are professional cat burglars, Molly said, pinching the bridge of her nose. We do not rob bounce houses. We rob opportunities, Molly. Opportunities wrapped in paw-patrol paper. Now, what’s the tactical entry point? The slide? Molly asked sarcastically. Brilliant, Bill said. I’ll distract the clown with a fake balloon animal crisis, you slip past the piñata, secure the loot bag, and meet me by the juice boxes. What about the hyperventilating swarm of children? Molly gestured wildly at the lawn. They’re like tiny, sugar-crazed attack dogs. I brought cake, Bill replied, pulling a frosted wedge from his jacket. Nobody suspects the guy distributing unauthorized baked goods. That’s biological warfare, Bill. It’s strategy, Molly. Now, pull your mask down. It’s a glittery unicorn mask, Molly groaned. It offers complete anonymity and festive integration, Bill insisted. Move out!