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Molly whispered, "We strike at three." Bill hissed, "You brought the grappling hook?" "Better. Industrial velcro." "For a bouncy castle?" "For our getaway, idiot. Now review the targets." "Master Arthur's ninth birthday. Guarded by juice boxes and feral toddlers." "And the loot?" "Unfiltered adrenaline, rogue piñata candy, and forty artisanal LEGO sets." "My niece has been demanding the Millennium Falcon for months." "Wait, the Intel said the clown has a taser." "That clown is an accountant doing side work, Bill. I can take him." "What about the mother-in-law? She looked vicious." "She is legally blind and fueled by chardonnay. We move like shadows." "Do I really have to wear the clown shoes?" "They dampen our footsteps on the trampoline, Bill. Put them on." "This is the most humiliating heist of my career." "Shut up and pass me the getaway juice boxes." "Apple or fruit punch?" "Punch. Obviously." "Right. Let's go steal some childhood joy."