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Molly slammed a glittering pink blueprint onto the rickety card table. Bill squinted at the drawing over his lukewarm coffee. "Is that a bouncy castle?" Bill asked. "It is a tactical fortress, Bill, and it is our blind spot," Molly replied, tapping a plastic wand against the paper. "Welcome to Operation Kindergarten." "We are robbing a child?" "We are robbing Bartholomew Sterling the Fourth. He is turning six. Do you know what rich people buy six-year-olds, Bill? Untraceable electronics, collector-grade plastics, and envelopes stuffed with crisp cash. No serial numbers on a Lego Millennium Falcon." "I do not like it, Molly. Kids are sticky. And unpredictable. Last time I was near a toddler, he bit my kneecap and took my wallet." "Focus on the layout. The perimeter is secured by a standard suburban white picket fence. Inside the backyard, we have three zones. The Sugar Zone by the patio table, the Bounce Zone on the lawn, and the target area. The Gift Gazebo." "Who guards the Gazebo?" Bill asked, leaning in. "A sixty-year-old woman named Aunt Brenda. Intel says she has a bum hip and a weakness for boxed Chardonnay. At fourteen hundred hours, the magician starts his set. That is our window." "A magician? What kind of magician? Close-up magic or full illusions? If he pulls a rabbit out of my getaway bag, I am walking." "He is a clown with a balloon pump, Bill, do not overthink it. While the ankle-biters are distracted by balloon poodles, we breach the back gate." Bill rubbed his chin, staring at the crayon-drawn schematics. "What is our disguise? Catering staff? Landscapers?" "Better," Molly said, grinning wickedly. She reached under the table and hauled up a massive, horrifyingly colorful bundle of faux fur. Bill recoiled, nearly tipping his chair backward. "No. Absolutely not. I have standards. I did three years in Folsom, Molly, I am not wearing a purple dinosaur suit." "It is a two-person dragon costume, Bill! It is genius. The parents will think the other parents hired us. The hollow belly of the beast can hold forty-five pounds of wrapped merchandise. You are the back end." "Why am I always the rear?" "Because you lack the theatricality required for the snout! Now listen. We waddle in at two-fifteen. You scoop the high-value boxes into the tummy pouch while I do a little tap dance to distract Aunt Brenda. By two-thirty, they cut the cake. Sugar madness ensues. Total chaos. We waddle out during the piñata riot." "What if they hit us with the piñata stick? Have you seen a six-year-old on frosting, Molly? They have the strength of chimpanzees. Blindfolded chimpanzees with weaponry!" "We will be twenty miles away tearing open wrapping paper before the first blindfold goes on. Are you in, or do you want to go back to stealing copper wire from haunted houses?" Bill sighed, picking up the fabric tail. "Fine. Did you bring the allergy pills? Fake fur makes me sneeze." "In the snout, partner."