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Molly unrolled the hand-drawn blueprint across the hood of their rusted sedan, weighing down the corners with stale donuts. She tapped a red crayon mark near the backyard patio, her eyes gleaming with misplaced ambition. "The target is little Timmy's seventh birthday," Molly whispered fiercely. "Intel says the gift table is overflowing with high-end plastic." Bill adjusted his tight fabric mask, looking nervously toward the brightly decorated suburban house. A giant pink inflatable unicorn bobbed menacingly over the wooden fence. "I don't know about this, Molly," Bill muttered, sweating through his striped shirt. "Six-year-olds are vicious when hopped up on cake." Molly scoffed, jamming a plastic water pistol into her leather holster. She grabbed a hefty burlap sack and tossed it directly into Bill's trembling arms. "We go in during the piñata distraction," she explained, pointing at the crayon drawing. "While the tiny savages fight over dropped candy, we bag the rectangular boxes. Those are definitely the expensive building sets. In and out, five minutes tops." Bill sighed, hoisting the empty sack over his slouched shoulder. "If I get bitten by a toddler again, I'm taking seventy percent of the Lego profits," Bill warned her. "Deal," Molly grinned, racking her squirt gun. "Now put on your clown nose."