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Molly spread the blueprint across the diner table, which turned out to be a crayon-drawn map of Timmy Henderson's backyard, complete with a bouncy castle labeled DEATH TRAP. Bill stirred his coffee with a stolen glow stick, nodding sagely at the tactical nightmare before them. The target was modest: a folding table sagging under wrapped boxes, juice pouches, and a cake shaped like a dinosaur eating another dinosaur. "We really can't steal from toddlers, Bill, that's career suicide." Bill tapped the X marking the gift table. "Relax, they won't remember, parents have better insurance than banks." Molly frowned, pointing at the stick-figure guards, actually parents armed with folding chairs and shrill whistles. Their escape route was a garden hose labeled highway. Bill had already packed disguises: oversized clown shoes and a nametag reading Totally Not A Thief. Molly sighed, realizing this was either their dumbest job ever or the first time they'd get defeated by juice boxes and a four-year-old with a karate certificate. Still, the wrapped loot glittered promisingly in her imagination. The heist was on. They finished coffee, folded the map, and headed toward suburban infamy, praying balloons wouldn't squeak and betray them mid-robbery. Operation Birthday Boondoggle was underway.