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The van smelled faintly of stolen ham sandwiches and poor life decisions. Molly spread the blueprints across the dashboard, which were actually just a crayon drawing taped to a pizza flyer. Bill nodded solemnly, adjusting his oversized clown wig that they had purchased from a discount costume bin. Their target was little Timmy Henderson's seventh birthday blowout, an event rumored to have more wrapped boxes than a department store. "Bill, are we really stealing juice boxes now?" Molly flicked a goldfish cracker off the steering wheel with the precision of a safecracker disarming lasers. According to her intel, every parent had tried to outdo each other, meaning action figures, video games, and possibly a live pony. "Molly, the real loot is that giant LEGO castle." Bill pointed at the drawing where a lopsided square was labeled DEFINITELY NOT A BOUNCY CASTLE. The plan was simple: pose as entertainers, infiltrate the backyard, and extract the presents while leading a rousing rendition of Baby Shark. Molly groaned because Bill could not clap on beat if his life depended on it. "Absolutely genius, Bill." They high-fived, knocking over a thermos, and began rehearsing balloon animals that looked suspiciously like crime confessions together always scheming.