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Molly slammed the crudely drawn crayon blueprint onto the folding table. Bill squinted at the bright purple smudges, adjusting his ski mask despite sitting in a warm basement. "That green blob is the bouncy castle, Bill. Pure chaos. We avoid it entirely, or we lose our shoes and our dignity." Bill tapped a yellow sticker shaped like a smiling dinosaur. His rough fingers trembled slightly over the construction paper layout. "What about security? Barnaby turns six today. Those kids bite, Molly. Hard. And they travel in sticky little packs." Molly paced before the whiteboard, tapping a plastic wand against her palm with lethal precision. She pointed toward the backyard patio. "The clown makes balloon poodles at noon. While the tiny guards are distracted, we breach the gift table. Grab the big Lego boxes first. Leave the soft packages; nobody fences toddler socks." Bill sighed, loading two brightly colored water pistols with lukewarm tap water from a rusty bucket. He checked his Velcro watch. "What if his mom offers us cake? Chocolate fudge is my weakness. I always fold under frosting pressure." Molly stared him down coldly, tightening her cone hat chinstrap. "Stay focused, partner. Eyes on the plastic loot, Bill."