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Bill unrolled the blueprint of the bouncy castle across the hood of their dented getaway van. Molly adjusted her oversized red foam nose and scowled at the crude crayon markings detailing the backyard patio. "The target is Timmy, turning six today," Molly whispered, peering through tinted sunglasses. "Intelligence confirms a mountain of unopened Lego boxes right beside the punch bowl." "What about the perimeter security?" Bill asked, nervously polishing his rubber squeaky hammer against his velvet trousers. "Seven hyperactive toddlers and a tired magician with terrible vision," she replied, checking her plastic wristwatch. "We strike the moment the donkey gets pinned." "Are you sure the gift table is unguarded?" Bill whimpered, sweating profusely under his heavy polka dot clown disguise. "I cannot do another stretch in county jail over cheap toy trucks." "Pull yourself together, Bill," Molly hissed, racking the slide of her confetti launcher with deadly precision. "We grab the loot, vault the sandbox, and vanish before the cake is cut." "What if the dog barks?" he gasped, trembling slightly behind the fence. "Deploy the hotdog distraction and run," she ordered, kicking the rear doors wide open. "Now let us go get those birthday presents." She grinned into sunlight.