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Molly unrolled the blueprints across the greasy diner table, weighing the corners down with salt shakers. "Behold the target, Billy. Little Timmy turns seven tomorrow." Actually, it was just a glittery invitation stolen from a suburban mailbox. Bill squinted at the cartoon dogs, chewing a toothpick. "I hate this, Mol. Toddlers are notoriously unpredictable witnesses." "Forget the kids. Focus on the gift table loot." He had cracked safes in Zurich, yet suburban backyards terrified him. "Seriously? We are risking prison for putty and cheap plastic?" "Uncultured fool! Large Lego sets retail for four hundred bucks!" Molly tapped the backyard patio sketch, eyes gleaming with ruthless ambition. "Four hundred? Wild. What about perimeter security? Bouncy castle guards?" "Just one bored teenager watching videos, plus a hired magician." Bill shuddered violently, remembering a traumatic childhood rabbit trick gone wrong. "Magicians have quick hands. How do we bypass the entertainment?" She slid two red foam clown noses across the sticky table. "Simple camouflage. Put these on, grab trash bags, blend in." Bill stared at the bright spheres like they were live grenades, sweat beading on his forehead. He despised clowns. "If any kid demands balloon animals, I will flip every single table there."