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Molly unrolled the colorful blueprint across the kitchen table, weighing the corners down with ski masks and sippy cups. Bill peered through a magnifying glass, sweating profusely. "This perimeter is impenetrable, Molly. Look at the sheer size of that inflatable castle. One wrong step and we bounce into oblivion." Molly tapped a finger on the map, right beside a poorly drawn balloon animal. Her eyes gleamed with ruthless ambition. "Forget the castle, Bill. Our entry point is the ball pit. We snorkel through the plastic spheres during the magic show, neutralize the clown, and bag the Lego sets." Bill swallowed hard, adjusting his tactical utility belt, which currently held lockpicks and fruit snacks. He paced the linoleum floor, shaking his head in grim disbelief at her audacity. "Neutralize the clown? Have you seen the size of his shoes? That man kicks like a mule. Plus, feral toddlers bite hard when sugared up on blue frosting." She slammed her fist onto the table, rattling the silverware. Failure was simply not an option for seasoned professionals of their remarkably pathetic caliber. "Pack the animal crackers, partner. When the candy piñata drops, we strike fast, grab all the presents, and vanish before naptime."