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Molly spread the crayon-stained blueprints across the sticky café table while carefully wiping chocolate frosting off her chin with a napkin. Her finger traced the trajectory of the inflatable bouncy castle with military precision, noting the blind spots near the snack table. Outside the window, a group of sugar-high children shrieked past, clutching juice boxes and sticky fingers. Bill adjusted his glitter-covered fake mustache and leaned back in his wobbly chair, studying the diagram with the intense focus of a bomb defusal expert examining a wiring schematic. "They'll be hypnotized by the cake at 3:15 sharp," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with criminal ambition. "That's exactly when we hit the gift table near the piñata." Bill rubbed his temples and sighed heavily. "You're absolutely certain about this plan? It's a six-year-old's superhero birthday party. The haul is going to be mostly dinosaur plushies and Minecraft gift cards." "Nobody ever suspects the clowns," Molly said, sipping her oat milk latte with a straight face. "Besides, I checked the registry online. That kid wants a Nintendo Switch. We're basically doing charity work here." "We're stealing presents from literal children?" "Technically, it's aggressive wealth redistribution," Molly replied, unfolding a detailed map of the ball pit escape route. "Meet me at the jungle gym at 2:45. Don't forget to wear the matching tutus."