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Molly unrolled the bright pink invitation across the greasy diner table like a blueprint to Fort Knox. Bill squinted through his tactical binoculars from two feet away, adjusting his black turtleneck. A glittery unicorn stared back at them. "Behold the target, Billy. Barnaby’s seventh birthday bash. Intelligence suggests forty guests from wealthy zip codes. That gift table will be overflowing with Lego sets and crisp twenty dollar bills." Bill lowered the binoculars, sweating slightly. He tapped the laminated map of the bouncy castle perimeter. "What about security? Kids hopped up on blue frosting are unpredictable, Molly. Remember the pizza parlor incident? I still have ferocious bite marks on my shins." Molly slammed a pair of squeaky clown noses onto the formica. She leaned in close, her eyes gleaming with criminal madness as the bored waitress refilled their coffees. "We blend in as entertainment. While I distract the little monsters with mediocre balloon animals, you back the minivan up to the patio and bag the loot." Bill hesitantly picked up a red foam nose, testing its elasticity. He sighed, accepting his dark sugary fate. "Fine. Count me in. Just promise we steal the dinosaur cake this time. Crime makes me hungry."