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Molly unrolled a crayon-drawn blueprint across the rusty hood of their getaway sedan. She tapped a glittery sticker marking the target zone. Bill adjusted his giant foam rodent head, squinting through the mesh mouth at the colorful paper. "Look closely, Bill. We infiltrate the backyard at fourteen-hundred hours, right during the cake cutting. While the sugar-crazed ankle-biters are distracted by frosting, we bag the shiny boxes and vanish," Molly said. Bill scratched his furry chin, looking doubtful. He pointed a oversized plush paw at a large green blob sketched near the patio. "What about the inflatable bouncy fortress? My sources say little Timmy hired a ruthless neighborhood kid to guard the perimeter with a high-capacity squirt gun. And I really hate getting my socks wet," Bill whined. Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. She pulled two pairs of cheap plastic swim goggles from her black trench coat and tossed one at his massive head. "You are wearing a waterproof rodent suit, you giant baby. Just waddle past the clown, grab the loot table, and pray nobody hits you with a blindfolded bat. Those Lego sets are worth a solid fortune on the black market," she snapped.