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Molly spread blueprints across the sticky table while Bill bounced a stolen balloon nearby. "Okay, the target is Timmy's seventh birthday party tomorrow at two, and the loot is stacked by the door under a banner that says presents, and I counted at least twenty boxes wrapped in dinosaurs and princesses, which means we retire rich from cake thieving." Molly said. "Great, I will distract the parents by juggling juice boxes while you grab the biggest gift, and then we sprint to the van before anyone notices the pile shrinking behind the pinata shaped like a shark. Simple, silly, and totally foolproof, partner, trust my genius." Bill said. "Your juggling failed last time at the library, and you dropped three books and cried louder than the toddler we were robbing, so maybe this time wear gloves and practice with actual juice boxes tonight because I refuse to return to that hideous clown's minivan." Molly said. "Fine, I will practice, but you dress as the mascot, sneak past the bouncy castle, and carry the biggest present without squawking like a chicken in a tutu, okay? Timmy loves chickens, hates tutus, and always leaves his valuable presents near the front door unguarded."