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Molly spread the blueprint across the sticky diner table, which was actually a child's birthday invitation with glitter and a hand-drawn map to the bounce house. Bill stared at it, his criminal confidence evaporating faster than soda fizz. "We are really robbing a seven-year-old's party?" Bill whispered, horrified. "Think bigger. They have a piñata," Molly replied confidently. Bill choked on his coffee. The target was Timmy Johnson's backyard, fortified by juice boxes, screaming toddlers, and one extremely judgmental clown named Mr. Chuckles who doubled as security. Molly's plan involved Bill disguising himself as a balloon animal artist while she infiltrated via the cake table, armed only with frosting camouflage and a reusable grocery bag for loot. Bill hated balloons, children, and especially clowns, but the presents promised untouched Lego sets and gift cards, enough to finally retire from serious crime into extremely silly crime. Molly nodded solemnly, already envisioning herself crowned queen of the ball pit, ruling with an iron juice box while Bill wrestled screaming toddlers for Transformer toys worth millions. The plan was stupid, perfect, sticky, and absolutely doomed today. "We need hazard pay and extra crayons," Bill added. Outside, a minivan honked to the tune of Baby Shark.