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The blueprint of doom lay flat on the sticky table while grease smeared the crayons. Molly adjusted her neon party hat with grave professional concern. Are we sure the pinata is heavily guarded? Bill whispered, clutching a glittery juice box like it was a detonator. Only by four-year-olds on a sugar rush. Molly tapped the map where a tiny smiley face marked the loot. We strike at juice time. What about the master of ceremonies? The clown looked unstable, Bill said, trembling slightly. Clowns fold under pressure, especially when faced with advanced extortion, Molly scoffed. Just remember the extraction plan involving the bouncy castle. I still say we should have worn the balloon animal disguises, Bill muttered, adjusting his oversized squeaky shoes. Focus, Bill. We are stealing happiness, or at least heavily discounted action figures. Are you with me? Always, Molly. Let us go liberate those poorly wrapped board games. They slipped out the back door into the chaotic backyard, ready to commit petty larceny among the juice boxes and screams.