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Molly adjusted her tiny plastic tiara, the glitter sticking to her sweaty forehead like desperate confetti. She crouched behind a mountain of inflatable jungle animals, her eyes locked on the fortress of wrapped boxes under the banner reading "Happy 4th Birthday." Bill stood beside her, struggling to fit his broad shoulders into a polyester dinosaur costume that squeaked menacingly with every shallow breath. The air smelled of sugar frosting and impending chaos. They had spent weeks casing the venue, studying the shift patterns of over-caffeinated parents and the unpredictable movements of toddlers armed with sticky fingers. This was not a bank vault or a museum; it was a war zone of bouncing castles and clown entertainment. Molly signaled with a gloved hand, pointing toward the prize pile where a particularly large box shaped like a racing car sat untouched. Bill nodded, his T-Rex arms waving uselessly at his sides. They needed silence, stealth, and absolutely no sudden noises that might trigger a mass meltdown among the guests. The music stopped abruptly, replaced by the collective gasp of thirty children anticipating cake. Now was the moment. They leaned forward, muscles coiled like springs ready to snap into action against the greatest security system known to man: a room full of screaming four-year-olds.