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Molly unrolled the smudged blueprint across the table, weighting the corners with stolen sippy cups. "Behold the ultimate suburban score, Billy boy," she whispered, tapping the paper. Bill squinted at the messy layout, nervously chewing stale licorice. "That says bouncy castle, Molly. Are we seriously robbing tiny children today?" "Extremely wealthy children," Molly corrected, her eyes gleaming with ruthless ambition. "Little Timmy’s grandparents buy collector LEGO sets worth way more than your pathetic getaway car." Bill groaned loudly, rubbing his temples as he imagined the sticky, screaming chaos awaiting them. "Backyard security will be tight. Hyperactive first graders show absolutely zero mercy to adult intruders." Molly tossed a colorful striped wig and a squeaky rubber nose onto his lap. "Relax, partner. We infiltrate disguised as the hired clowns, grab the shiny gift bags, and vanish during cake." Bill stared in horror at the synthetic curls, preferring armed bank guards over birthday brats. "I draw the line at balloon animals," he muttered darkly, reluctantly fitting the red foam sphere onto his face. "Nobody makes balloon poodles, Bill. You distract the magician while I sack the loot table. Easy money." "Fine, let’s go steal some toys," Bill sighed, grabbing a burlap sack.