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Molly unrolled a stained blueprint across the hood of their rusted sedan. Bill squinted through binoculars at the suburban fortress across the street, where an inflatable dinosaur menacingly guarded the front lawn. "Tell me again why we are robbing little Timmy Jenkins?" Bill asked, nervously checking his utility belt and swapping his usual steel lockpicks for rubber animal balloons. "Because his parents are billionaires, Bill. That patio gift table holds untraceable electronics, rare plastics, and cold, hard gift cards." Molly tapped the glittery target area with a chewed wooden toothpick. They had cracked safes in Zurich, yet nothing terrified Bill quite like small children hopped up on blue frosting. "There is a clown by the punch bowl. What if he is undercover security?" Molly adjusted her bright wig, eyes gleaming with ruthless ambition. "Relax, I neutralized Bozo an hour ago. You are his replacement. Just make balloon poodles near the bouncy castle to create a solid diversion." "I only know how to make balloon snakes, Molly! Those hyperactive monsters will eat me alive." Bill sighed, zipping up his oversized striped jumpsuit, dreading the chaos. "Stick to the plan. At noon, cake gets served, sugar crashes begin, and I bag everything."