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Molly tapped the crayon blueprint. "Memorize this layout, Bill. Little Timmy’s backyard is a fortress. We breach the bouncy castle perimeter at two sharp, right when the magician saws his assistant in half." "A magician? I hate magic, Molly. What about the security detail?" "Worse. Hyperactive toddlers armed with plastic bats. Keep your eyes on the prize: the gift table by the patio. Untraceable building blocks, crisp twenties inside musical cards, maybe a video console. Pure, unadulterated loot." Bill sweated nervously. "How do we blend in? We’re forty years old." Molly tossed him a costume. "Put on this giant foam dinosaur head." "I can’t breathe in this! Won't the parents notice a green reptile shoving wrapped boxes into a trash bag?" "They’ll assume it’s hired entertainment! Suburbia loves weird performance art. You bag the haul, and I’ll cut the piñata rope early for a diversion. Chaos erupts, kids dive for chocolate, and we vanish through the hedges before cake time." Bill adjusted the heavy plush snout, sighing. "What if Timmy cries?" "Leave him the squishy packages with sweaters inside, Bill. We’re professionals, not monsters. Now synchronize your watch, because the clown car just parked outside, and that means it’s showtime."