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Behind the hedges, they reviewed a crayon map taped to a pizza box, translating strategy into confidence. Molly rehearsed smiles in a compact mirror, practicing an expression that said volunteer while her pockets whispered larceny. Bill stretched hamstrings like a gymnast, flexing for the bouncy gauntlet. The backyard throbbed with machines and sugar storms; a banner declared Max Is Five in heroic glitter. A labradoodle patrolled wearing a cape, tail archived evidence on passing shins. Their duffel held tissue paper silencers, candle snuffers, and a superhero sticker bribe. A whistle blew. Timetable advanced. They bumped fists, then tiptoed toward destiny. "Bill, our target is a unicorn cake perimeter with balloons." "Molly, you plan like a magician who coupons for chaos." "Disguises: face paint, party hats, smiles set to mischief tonight." "And we mingle, compliment juice boxes, then liberate gift mountains." "Remember, step lightly; toddlers sense guilt like sharks smell sprinkles." "I trained by babysitting triplets; negotiation with raisins hardened me." "Route: bounce house, under slide, left at defeated piñata confetti." "What about the clown, the one radiating unlicensed emotional honesty?" "Decoy him with a kazoo; clowns respect improvisational wind instruments." "Perfect. After grab, we gift ourselves alibis wrapped in innocence."