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Molly spread the blueprint across the van dashboard, revealing a bouncy castle, a cake table, and a suspiciously large pile of brightly wrapped boxes. "Okay Bill, remind me why we're robbing a six-year-old?" Molly whispered, squinting at the security detail listed as two moms with juice boxes. Bill adjusted his clown wig nervously. "Because little Timmy's getting a PlayStation Five, and the market value is insane," Bill said. "Plus, nobody suspects the entertainment." Molly snorted. "You call that disguise entertainment? You look like a depressed Ronald McDonald." "And you look like a magician who lost a bet," Bill hissed. "Do you even have a plan for the presents?" "Simple. You distract them with balloon animals while I bag the LEGO sets. Then we escape before the pinata explodes." "That sounds surprisingly competent for stealing from children." "We have standards, Bill. Low, flexible, deeply embarrassing standards even right now today unfortunately." The van smelled faintly of desperation, old french fries, and latex balloons, which seemed appropriately tragic for their criminal career choices. Outside, children screamed joyfully, oblivious to the two highly unqualified masterminds plotting larceny over a crumpled Chuck E. Cheese map. Molly sighed. Bill nodded, still clutching squeaky balloon giraffes.