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Molly adjusted her black ski mask and studied the party venue through binoculars. The inflatable castle bobbed in the backyard like a giant clown shoe. "Bill," she whispered, pointing at the window where a birthday girl blew out candles. "That's our target," Bill nodded, checking his watch. "Kids' parties are perfect. Parents get sloppy with cake." Molly scribbled notes on her clipboard. "Security cameras in the living room, guard dog in the side yard, and approximately forty-seven presents wrapped in rainbow paper." "Rainbow paper," Bill repeated. "Easy to spot in the getaway van." "Exactly. We hit this place, we'll be swimming in Barbie dolls and Hot Wheels for weeks." Bill chuckled, adjusting his own mask. "Remember the Johnson job? Those wooden trains were worth a fortune on eBay." "The golden rule of children's parties," Molly said, snapping her notebook shut. "Never steal the cake." "Why not?" "Because nothing says 'professional thief' like frosting on your fingerprints." They watched as parents began loading cars with leftover gifts. The perfect opportunity was approaching fast.