Bill, did you get the map? Map? Molly, it’s a bouncy castle and a folding table. Bill, focus. This isn’t just any party. There’s a treasure trove of presents. Gift bags. Wrapping paper. Glitter. I’m not scared of glitter. You will be when it’s stuck in your hair for six months. Now, listen. Phase one: diversion. Cupcake sabotage? Exactly. You drop cupcakes. Chaos ensues. Seems... sticky. That’s the point! Sticky kids, distracted grown-ups. While they’re cleaning, I slip under the table and grab the haul. And if someone sees you? Disguise! Clown wig. No way, Molly. You swore—never again! Desperate times. You know the stakes—we need those water pistols. And the giant teddy bear. Especially the giant teddy bear. Did you pack the sack? Santa-style or laundry hamper? Santa! We’re not amateurs, Bill. Okay, okay. What about the parents stationed by the punch bowl? I’ve got that covered: decoy juice box—full of celery soda. Pure evil. Thank you. On my mark, you launch Operation Cupcake Catastrophe. Copy that. And the piñata? Don’t touch the piñata. But— Last time you smashed it, we spent forty minutes picking candy out of your sock. Fine. Presents only. Agreed. Now, let’s go steal the magic of childhood.