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Molly unrolled the stolen blueprints across the greasy diner table, pinning the curling corners down with glass ketchup bottles. "Forget the vault, Billy. Timmy is turning seven, and his rich parents are loaded." Bill squinted at the bright crayon schematics, nervously adjusting his black tactical turtleneck. "Are we crazy? Dozens of screaming children will be guarding all that birthday loot!" Molly tapped a sloppy circle labeled Gift Mountain with a soggy French fry. "Relax. Distraction is key. Once the party magician pulls out the rabbit, we strike." Bill visibly shuddered, remembering the brutal arcade incident back in Toledo. He wiped cold sweat from his pale forehead. "What about the bouncy castle? That thing is a tactical nightmare, Molly. Pure chaos." She leaned forward, her dark eyes gleaming with greedy anticipation. "You bypass the inflatable perimeter, grab the Lego sets, and meet near the cake." Bill sighed heavily, accepting the absurd nature of their latest criminal endeavor. "Fine. If I get cornered by a toddler wielding a balloon, I blame you." Molly smirked, zipping up her oversized clown suit before tossing him a rainbow wig. "Nobody likes a snitch, Bill. Just put on the red nose. Showtime is at two sharp."