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Molly unrolled the stained blueprint across the kitchen table, weighing down the corners with juice boxes. Bill adjusted his giant foam nose in the toaster, frowning deeply. "Are we certain the hired magician is unarmed?" Molly tapped the drawn bouncy castle with her red laser pointer. "Relax, Bill. He pulls rabbits from hats, not pistols. Our real obstacle is twenty toddlers high on pink frosting." Bill leaned closer, sweating beneath thick white greasepaint. "Sugar rushes make kids feral. What is our extraction window for the presents?" She handed him two massive burlap sacks and some balloon animals. "Exactly four minutes. Right when they blindfold the birthday boy for the piñata, you cause pure chaos near the lemonade stand. Meanwhile, I swipe every Lego box and greeting card." Bill checked his plastic watch, syncing it with his heartbeat. Tonight was their masterpiece: the seventh birthday bash. Their intensity easily rivaled any Vegas vault job. He snapped his rainbow suspenders twice, grinning. "Ruthless, brilliant, and deeply immoral. What if some parent guards the gift table?" Molly zipped up her polka dot jumpsuit with lethal precision. "Deploy the emergency kazoos. Nobody withstands twenty hyperactive children armed with noisy plastic instruments. Grab your wig."