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Molly unrolled a messy crayon blueprint across the van dashboard, her expression entirely serious. Bill squinted through binoculars toward the suburban backyard, utterly terrified. "The bounce house is our primary extraction point." "Have you lost your mind? It is guarded by a clown." "He is not a guard, Bill, he is an amateur balloon artist." "He has squeaky shoes and giant scissors, Molly. That is completely lethal." Molly sighed loudly, tapping a red marker circle on the paper patio. "Focus on the loot table beside the fountain." "Do we grab the giant Lego pirate ship first?" "Obviously. Then we bag the mountain of wrapped Nintendo consoles." Bill nervously adjusted his rainbow wig, sweat dripping through thick white face paint. She patted a heavy burlap sack marked with festive glitter. "What if the toddlers swarm us?" "Deploy the juice boxes to cause an immediate sugar rush stampede." Bill rubbed his damp palms against his baggy denim overalls, gasping quietly. "You are a genius." "I know. Put on the oversized clown trousers now." Molly grinned, reaching into the dark glove compartment with practiced ease. She shoved a squeaking rubber nose straight into his trembling hands. Bill grimaced in silent, absolute comedic defeat.