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Molly tapped a glittery pink invitation pinned to their corkboard. Beside it hung a blueprint of a suburban backyard, heavily marked with red ink. Bill squinted through his magnifying glass at the satellite imagery, looking grim in his black turtleneck. "Our target is the Johnson seventh birthday extravaganza," Molly announced. "Intel suggests pricey plastic bricks, plus crisp cash from very wealthy grandparents." Bill shuddered violently, dropping his glass onto the folding table. "Look at the perimeter, Molly. Bouncy castle blocking the western flank. Worse, those parents hired heavy backyard security." Molly rolled her eyes and adjusted her leather gloves. "That is a balloon animal clown, Bill, not a trained sniper. Please stay completely focused." "Clowns are wildly unpredictable," Bill muttered, furiously wiping cold sweat from his pale forehead. "What is our extraction protocol once we bag all the shiny presents?" She slid two miniature cone hats across the scratched steel surface. Bill stared at the elastic straps in terror. "We blend in, clear the gift table during the candy scramble, and vanish," Molly said smoothly. "Nobody ever suspects caterers carrying extra cupcakes." Bill sighed, slowly grabbing a blue hat. "Fine, partner. Dishonor among spoiled suburban children awaits us. Start packing."