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Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles, which were entirely unnecessary at two in the afternoon, but they added a certain theatrical flair. Below their grassy knoll, the suburban backyard swarmed with sugary hyperactive children, oblivious to the high-stakes felony about to unfold near the bouncy castle. Bill pulled a grease-stained blueprint from his trench coat, fanning away a stray bee. He squinted at the giant glittering piñata hanging from the oak tree, then at their target: a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes sitting defenselessly on a folding table beside the juice boxes. "Phase one is go," Molly whispered, clutching a glittery sack. "Did you bring the smoke bombs?" Bill asked, nervously adjusting his oversized dark sunglasses. Molly rolled her eyes and patted her bulging pockets. "I brought the scented bubbles." Bill nodded approvingly. Tactical distraction was key. He checked his watch, synchronized to the exact minute the clown would begin his balloon animal routine. The chaos would be absolute. Parents would be distracted by lukewarm coffee and miniature cupcakes, leaving the loot completely unguarded. Molly raised her binoculars, her eyes locking onto a massive purple box topped with a satin bow. "That one has a Lego death star inside." "Focus," Bill muttered, sneaking toward the fence.