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Molly unrolled the hand-drawn blueprint across the hood of their rusted sedan, weighing down the corners with juice boxes. Across the cul-de-sac, a massive inflatable dinosaur violently bobbed in the suburban breeze, guarding the entrance to their latest high-stakes target. "The target is little Timmy’s seventh birthday bash," Molly whispered. Bill adjusted his giant foam cowboy hat, squinting through a pair of plastic binoculars he had stolen from a cereal box. "Look at that gift table," Bill gasped. "It’s practically overflowing." "Focus, Billy," Molly snapped, tapping the crayon drawing. "Intel suggests seventeen sugar-crazed Ankle-Biters are currently patrolling the perimeter." "What about the hired muscle?" Bill asked, nervously chewing licorice. "One teenager in a sweaty knockoff Spider-Man costume," Molly replied. "He is easily bribed with twenty bucks and a vape." Bill frowned, tapping the hood. "And the primary vault?" "The bouncy castle," Molly said, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "We trigger a juice-box diversion near the piñata, then strike." "Wait, are we actually stealing Legos from children?" Bill asked. "Have you seen the resale value on Star Wars sets?" Molly demanded, shoving a striped party horn into his mouth. She racked a water pistol, grinning maniacally as they marched toward the backyard gate.