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Molly unrolled a paper napkin, revealing a party layout drawn in glitter glue. "Timmy turns five at precisely two o'clock. That means prime birthday loot hits the velvet playmat at three o'clock sharp." She adjusted her dark ski mask. Bill stroked his fake mustache, leaning across the tiny plastic picnic table. "Is the bounce house compromised? I refuse to navigate inflated obstacles without clear aerial support from above." He nervously adjusted his tactical binoculars. Molly tapped a juice box firmly with her shiny silver pen. "Relax. I bribed the pinata guy. When candy drops, toddlers swarm like wild animals. That is our exact cue." Bill sighed deeply, trembling as he glanced toward the chaotic backyard. "What about his terrifying mother? She guards those present stacks like a ruthless mercenary." Molly smoothly pulled two shiny juice pouches from deep inside her trench coat. "We neutralize her with organic juice pouches. No tired parent resists grape punch. We strike right before naptime." Bill grinned darkly, tightening his neon shoelaces. Molly pulled on pink rubber gloves. "Target locked, partner. Let us rob these pampered infants completely blind today." Together, they crouched low behind the wooden sandbox, completely ready to strike very quickly now.