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Molly tightened her fake mustache. "Did you secure the getaway vehicle?" "The pink tricycle with the squeaky horn is prepped," Bill said. "Are we truly doing this, Molly? It's a seven-year-old’s birthday party." "Leo’s parents are filthy rich, Bill. That haul includes a motorized mini Ferrari, three pristine Lego castles, and a customized robot dog." "What about the actual guard dog?" "A Goldendoodle named Mr. Fluffs. One slice of stolen pepperoni pizza renders him utterly useless. Now, what’s our entry point?" "The bouncy castle back flap," Bill replied. "I’ll cause a distraction by smashing the pinata early. Once the sugar-crazed toddlers swarm the lawn for cheap candy, you sweep the gift table into our burlap sacks." "Genius. What if the birthday boy spots us?" "Tell him we’re the late-arriving clown entertainment. Can you juggle?" "Only raw eggs, hot soup, and live explosives." "Just stick to terrible card tricks," Bill grunted. "Did you pack the tactical smoke bombs?" "Better. Pocketfuls of pink craft glitter. It blinds them instantly." "Cruel and shiny, but effective. Synchronize watches." "I haven't owned a watch since Denver." "Fine. On my mark, we storm the juice box station." "For the Legos, Bill!" "For the Legos!"