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Molly unfolded the blueprint of the Henderson residence, her finger tracing the path past the rubber duck pond and through the cotton candy moat. She tapped a crayon-drawn dinosaur near the ballroom entrance. The drop ceiling offered perfect access to the gift table, she noted, checking her watch. Three fifteen was the target, timed precisely when the magic show would mesmerize the children and distract the parents. Bill adjusted his harness, testing the suction cups designed for vertical surfaces. He felt a sharp twinge of conscience regarding the moral implications of stealing from minors. "Is this really necessary?" he asked quietly, tightening the straps. "It's for charity," Molly lied smoothly, stuffing juice boxes into her utility belt. She explained the elaborate redistribution plan involving Timmy Henderson's mountain bike, framing it as a Robin Hood operation benefiting the aspirationally wealthy duo. She zipped her tactical fanny pack and glanced at the ominous piñata hanging in the corner. "We hit at 3:15," she instructed. "Grab everything shiny." Bill nodded, preparing to rappel through the ceiling while she created a cake-based diversion. They would rendezvous at the getaway van by the trampoline, leaving the children confused but unharmed. "Quick and clean," Bill said. "Exactly," Molly agreed. "Nobody gets hurt."