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Molly tapped the crayon blueprint. "Review the layout, Bill, because we only get one clean shot past the bouncy castle." Bill squinted nervously. "I see the perimeter, Molly, but what about the clown?" "Bozo is a jaded professional, meaning he can easily be bribed with balloon animals or cheap scotch." "Fair enough, though I'm much more worried about the hyperactive guards patrolling the gift table." "Toddlers are vicious, Bill, ruthless little sociopaths sticky with fruit punch, so wear your Kevlar vest." "Right, and at two sharp, they gather outside for the piñata execution, leaving the loot completely unguarded?" "Exactly, giving us three minutes to bypass the crepe paper lasers, bag the Lego sets, and vanish." "Wait, are we taking the envelopes too, or strictly the heavy wrapped boxes?" "Leave the birthday cards, you amateur, because grandmotherly checks are traceable, whereas plastic dinosaurs are untraceable gold." "Got it, zero paper trail, strictly top shelf Mattel and Hasbro." "Synchronize your SpongeBob watch and remember what happens if we get caught." "Prison?" Molly shuddered visibly. "Worse, forced musical chairs until somebody cries, and today, it won't be Timmy." Bill gulped, adjusting his tiny conical party hat disguise. "Let's go ruin a seventh birthday."