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Molly flattened herself against the cedar fence, adjusting her plastic periscope through the rosebushes. "The bounce house provides zero tactical cover, Bill." Bill adjusted his binoculars, clicking his tongue in sharp disagreement. "Are you blind? It clearly has four defensive inflatable turrets!" She lowered the optic, giving him an unamused glare. "Turrets made of thin vinyl and sticky toddler drool." Bill tapped a map resting atop a garbage can lid. "Timmy turns seven at noon, meaning forty pristine Lego boxes ripe for liberation." Molly squinted past the patio, eyeing the performer twisting balloon poodles. "What about the angry clown? Rumor says he possesses a devastating roundhouse kick." Bill chuckled softly, patting an empty thermos inside his coat. "I replaced his seltzer with chamomile tea. He is totally neutralized." She nodded in quiet admiration, checking her synchronized watch. "Simply brilliant, Bill. What about our rapid getaway vehicle?" He pointed proudly toward the sunny driveway across the street. "A stolen pedal kart sporting bright rainbow streamers." She rubbed her temples, deeply regretting her chosen criminal career. "You absolute lunatic, we will look completely and utterly ridiculous." Bill grinned, snapping on yellow dishwashing gloves. "We will look victorious, Molly. Grab the sacks now."