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Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the rusty rearview mirror while Bill nervously twisted a yellow party balloon into knots. Outside their surveillance van, chaotic screaming drifted from little Timmy’s backyard carnival. "The bounce house goes down at three sharp, creating our distraction." Molly spread out a bright crayon floorplan across the cracked dashboard, tapping a red circle marked loot. "Are we really robbing children? This feels morally questionable, even for experienced jewel thieves." "Those brats have three unopened gaming consoles, five flying drones, and vintage comic books." Bill shifted uncomfortably in his oversized clown trousers, clutching an empty burlap sack against his chest. "What about the mother guarding the gift gazebo?" "I slipped heavy chamomile tea into the punch bowl. She is currently asleep beside the sandbox." Molly loaded her plastic bubble pistol with absolute precision. "And our primary getaway?" "Down the yellow spiral slide, over the fence, straight into this van. Grab only heavy boxes wrapped in shiny gold ribbon." Bill checked his stopwatch, exhaling softly as the hot suburban sun beat down through the glass. She gave him a quick signal with her gloved hand. "Leave the cheap plush toys. Let us go secure that birthday haul."