Night. A backyard birthday party glimmers under fairy lights. Molly and Bill crouch behind a hedge. Molly: "See those gifts, Bill? Enough sugar-fueled joy to fund my retirement." Bill: "Right, but first we need a diversion. Clown costume? Juggling flaming skateboards?" Molly: "Too flashy. I'm thinking benign balloon-animal workshop. Everyone loves balloons." Bill: "Then you’ll be on crowd control while I snag the loot." Molly: "I refuse to make a poodle with half my ego deflating mid-bite." Bill: "Fine. You’ll handle the cake. Doom spilling frosting everywhere. Total chaos." Molly: "Graduation hat filled with confetti bombs. One twist of the tassel." Bill: "As the caps fly, I'll rappel in through the snack table." Molly: "Kids will swarm. You'll need a decoy: that life-sized cardboard superhero." Bill: "I knew you'd love my Bruce Wonder template." Molly: "Alright, the plan: cake explosion at exactly twenty minutes past eight." Bill: "I’ll be under the table, ransacking the presents." Molly: "Just remember to leave Santa’s little helper intact—he scares easily." Bill: "Deal. Now, pass the glitter glue and let’s rappel." Molly: "Oh right—what about the pinata? We can use it for cover fire." Bill: "Brilliant. I'll stuff it with glitter bombs and hope for sparkly mayhem."