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"The bounce house deflates at three, Bill. That is our window," Molly whispered behind the hydrangea bush. "What about the clown?" "Giggles? Corrupt. I gave him twenty bucks and a balloon animal tutorial. He will stage a massive tantrum beside the juice boxes." "Brilliant. Then what?" "We breach the gift table, bag the Lego sets, and exfiltrate through the doggy door." "Molly, what if Leo spots us? He is six, but he bites like a feral badger," Bill muttered, squinting across the lawn. "Sour gummies. One handful to the left, and the birthday boy is totally neutralized." "And the mother?" "Uncle Gary will trap Brenda in a conversation about sourdough starter. She will be completely paralyzed." "You are a criminal genius. I saw three monster trucks out there." "Four, Bill. Plus an electric convertible." "How do we haul a convertible?" "You ride it, idiot. Put on the dinosaur mask and pretend you are hired entertainment." "The mask smells like wet ham," Bill sighed. "Suck it up. When the cake catches fire, grab the loot." "Are we stealing the goodie bags too?" "Obviously, Bill. We are professionals, not monsters. Check your walkie." "Ready on channel four." Molly zipped the duffel bag.