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Molly tapped the blueprint. "Look, Bill, the bouncy castle is our blind spot. Once the clown starts making balloon giraffes, we strike." Bill adjusted his ski mask. "I still think robbing seven-year-olds is beneath us, Molly. Last week we did a jewelry store." "And got three fake Rolexes and a concussion! Little Timmy’s parents are hedge-fund managers, Bill. That gift table is stacked with high-end Legos and crisp twenties in musical greeting cards. Untraceable." "What about security?" "One exhausted golden retriever and a teenager scrolling TikTok by the punch bowl. We go in disguised as caterers." "With pizza?" "Better. Juice boxes. We drop the Capri Suns, create a sugar-fueled stampede, and bag the loot while they fight over the red ones. You grab the big boxes; I’ll sweep the envelopes." "What if Timmy spots us?" "Tell him you’re Batman’s uncle checking for poison. Kids are gullible. Just don't touch the piñata. It’s rigged to a ceiling fan, and we don’t need a repeat of the Bar Mitzvah incident." Bill sighed. "Fine. Did you bring the getaway van?" "Better. I rented an ice cream truck. Now put on the apron, we move at cake-cutting."