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Molly spread the stolen birthday invitation across the hideout table while Bill studied the suburb map with intense criminal focus. "Let's crash that birthday party," Bill whispered. He circled the bouncy castle entrance in red marker and labeled all possible escape routes past the pony rides. "Bring big bags for presents," Molly grinned. Molly nodded wisely, remembering last year's disastrous retirement home bingo heist that ended with dentures in their getaway van. They needed disguises cheerful enough to fool suspicious mothers armed with juice boxes and sharp instincts for uninvited weirdos. "I'll distract clowns with cake," Bill added. Bill practiced his funny happy birthday smile in the cracked mirror, looking more like a constipated raccoon than cheerful entertainment. "You always fear small children," Molly laughed. Molly finalized the brilliant idiotic plan involving fake mustaches, a borrowed stroller for loot, and Bill pretending to be an overwhelmed magician with doves. Bill whimpered because doves pecked and children screamed louder than burglar alarms. They high-fived anyway, dreaming of Legos, dolls, and chocolate frosting eaten straight from stolen gift bags while hiding from angry parents. Tomorrow they would conquer glitter, chaos, and sugar-fueled toddlers for the greatest toy score ever attempted together bravely.