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Molly paced behind the dumpster, her boots crunching gravel. Bill crouched beside her, squinting at a crumpled map labeled *“Toys ‘R’ Us: Heist Edition.”* “We hit the party, grab the presents,” she declared, twirling a plastic crown. “Easy as pie.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Pie’s not in our budget. What about the clown? He’s got a squirt gun.” “Clowns are soft targets,” Molly muttered. “We’ll use the piñata as a distraction. Smash it, run, grab loot.” Bill nodded slowly. “And if security shows up?” “We bribe them with action figures. Kids love those.” She grinned. “We’re geniuses.” He sighed, adjusting a toy soldier on his shoulder. “Next time, pick a museum. Fewer balloons.” “Where’s your sense of adventure?” “Where’s your sense of survival?” They exchanged a look—part dread, part excitement. The party awaited.