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Molly slammed the glittery birthday invitation onto the metal table, right beside a stale donut and two pairs of tactical goggles. The blueprint of the Henderson backyard lay sprawled beneath a heavy crowbar. Bill squinted at the surveillance photos taped to the damp basement wall, sweating profusely beneath his itchy black ski mask. "Wait, is that a rabid clown?" Bill tapped a blurry photograph showing a terrifyingly enthusiastic entertainer twisting balloon poodles near the wooden fence. Beside the performer, their primary target gleamed in the sunlight: a folding table groaning under a mountain of shiny wrapping paper and ribbon. Molly adjusted her dark turtleneck, pointing at the schematic with a red laser pointer. "Focus, Bill. We grab the Lego sets during the piñata distraction and vanish." She checked her plastic novelty wristwatch, her expression cold as winter ice. Little Timmy had absolutely no idea what kind of hardened professionals were descending upon his inflatable bouncy castle today. Bill solemnly climbed inside his giant, brightly wrapped cardboard box disguise, peering anxiously out through the tiny airholes before whispering into his walkie. "Godspeed." With synchronized precision, the two master criminals waddled up the basement stairs toward glory, sugar highs, and plastic bricks.