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"Let me get this straight," Bill said, adjusting his oversized dark sunglasses. "We are hitting the Henderson residence at precisely two in the afternoon?" "Two-fifteen," Molly corrected, tapping the blueprint drawn in purple crayon. "During the piñata barrage. The noise will cover our perimeter breach." "And the mark is only seven years old?" "Timmy Henderson. An apex predator of pure sugar. He will be completely distracted by the donkey-shaped papier-mâché." "What about the hostiles?" Bill asked. "Fourteen second-graders, hopped up on red punch, and two sleep-deprived parents. We cannot underestimate them, Bill. A sticky hand to the face could compromise the entire operation." "God forbid. What is the haul looking like?" "High-value merchandise," Molly whispered, leaning over the hood of their dented van. "A remote control drone, three limited-edition robot action figures, and an unmarked envelope from Timmy's wealthy grandmother. Reliable sources say it contains a crisp fifty-dollar bill." "Fifty bucks?" Bill gasped. "Molly, that is genuine retirement money." "Keep your voice down. We go in through the rear doggy door." "I cannot fit through the doggy door, Molly. I have an exceptionally broad pelvis." "You will grease your hips with butter and you will slide through like a champion," she snapped. "Once inside the sunroom, you secure the gift perimeter while I create a tactical diversion in the kitchen." "What kind of diversion?" "I will drop a bag of artisanal gluten-free cupcakes. The neighborhood mothers will swarm instantly to analyze the nutritional label, leaving the main hallway completely clear." "Brilliant," Bill admitted. "Diabolical, really. But what about the clown?" "Bongo? He is a non-issue. I bribed him with twenty dollars and an iced coffee to stay locked in the guest bathroom for forty minutes." "You thought of everything." "I always do. Now, check your gear." Bill rummaged through his duffel bag. "I have two burlap sacks, zip ties, three juice boxes for energy, and a spare pair of squeaky clown shoes." "Ditch the squeaky shoes, you idiot. We need complete tactical silence. Did you pack the smoke pellets?" "No, but I found these novelty party poppers in the garage. Same difference, right?" "If you pull a glitter streamer during the extraction, Bill, I will leave you behind to face the parent-teacher association alone." "You wouldn't dare. They have clipboard sign-up sheets, Molly. They will make me organize the annual fall bake sale." "Then focus," Molly hissed, checking her digital watch. "The hired magician just arrived, which means we have five minutes until the balloon animals create total pandemonium. Are you ready?" "I was born ready," Bill said, smearing margarine onto his jeans. "Let us go rob a child."