The blueprints were spread across Bill’s lap like a very confusing, very glittery tablecloth. Molly, meanwhile, was trying to attach a grappling hook to a garden gnome, an operation made significantly more difficult by the gnome’s jaunty hat. “It’s a logistical nightmare,” Bill grumbled, tracing a finger over a diagram labeled ‘Bouncy Castle of Peril’. “The security is a seven-year-old with a whistle and a profound sense of injustice. One false move and we’re subjected to a mandatory game of musical chairs.” Molly finally gave the gnome a solid thwack. It held. “Distraction is key. I’ll create a diversion near the piñata. A little… structural instability.” “And the presents?” “Grab and go. We hit the gift table, which, according to my reconnaissance, is woefully unguarded. They’re all focused on the cake.” Bill squinted at a toddler in a tiara through his binoculars. “The target is in sight. Operation: Birthday Smash is a go.”