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"The primary target is Timmy's bouncy castle," Molly whispered, tapping her crayon map. "What kind of security are we facing?" Bill asked. "Two mothers, high on chardonnay, and a clown named Bongo who clearly did time in Sing Sing." "Brutal. What about the perimeter?" "Defended by hostile toddlers wielding sticky apple juice boxes. One touch ruins your suede jacket." "Not the suede! How do we extract the loot?" "The present pile sits behind the chocolate fountain. We deploy the diversion at three sharp." "And what is this grand diversion?" "You dress as Peppa Pig and fake an ankle sprain. While they gawk, I bag the Legos, the Nintendo, and the remote-control helicopter." "Why do I always wear the pig suit?" Bill grumbled. "Because you have the snout for it, darling. Listen, the pinata bursts first. When the sugar-crazed demons scramble for candy, that is our window." "Are we really robbing a six-year-old?" "Timmy has an offshore piggy bank and an attitude problem. He called my getaway Prius a golf cart." "That monster. Hand over the snout." "Remember, silent sneakers. Step on a squeaky toy, and we are swarmed." "I was born ready. For the Legos!" "For the Legos," she agreed.