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Molly spread the blueprint across the diner table, which depicted a suburban backyard fortress surrounded by juice boxes and trampoline defenses. Bill squinted at the crayon-drawn map labeled TOP SECRET FIVE YEAR OLD. "We are stealing birthday presents from literal toddlers?" Bill whispered, genuinely concerned for the first time in his criminal career. Molly didn't flinch. "Correction, we are liberating overpriced plastic junk discreetly." Molly replied, tapping the pile marked PRESENTS with a french fry. Their plan relied on two weaknesses: parents distracted by chaotic musical chairs and sugar-fueled children unable to count inventory. Bill would infiltrate as the entertainment, balloon animals twisting into plausible duffel bags, while Molly posed as an overwhelmed aunt wielding a giant tote. The escape route involved the bouncy castle's emergency exit, directly into the alley where their van waited, engine running, stuffed with prior questionable decisions. Bill sighed, already imagining sticky frosting on his lock picks, but the birthday haul promised easy resale at the preschool black market. "Totally ethical heist then." Molly nodded sagely while stealing Bill's fries as operational compensation for emotional damage control and clown costume rental fees tomorrow morning at dawn sharp before nap time ended forever quietly finally done