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The van smelled like stolen frosting and bad decisions. Molly spread the blueprints across the dashboard, revealing Timmy's seventh birthday party. "Bill, you said bank job, not a bouncy castle infiltration." Bill adjusted his clown nose, which squeaked mournfully. "Listen, Molly, six-year-olds have zero security awareness and maximum present density. It's genius." "It's morally bankrupt. We're stealing from children." "We're liberating LEGO sets from ungrateful kids. Robin Hood would approve." "Robin Hood stole from the rich, not from Timmy." Molly sighed, folding the map where X marked the gift table. "So what's the plan, Bozo? Distract with balloon animals?" "Exactly! I make a giraffe, you grab the loot. Then we escape via the ball pit. Classic misdirection." Molly stared at him, deadpan. "You know I'm allergic to moral bankruptcy and latex." Bill grinned. "That's why you're wearing gloves. Trust me, this is our most mature heist yet." The bouncy castle wheezed outside like a guilty conscience. Molly considered the mountain of juice boxes waiting, sighed louder than the generator powering the castle, and finally muttered agreement despite every screaming instinct. Tomorrow she would definitely find a partner with standards lower than hers but higher than this. Very low bar indeed.