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Molly traced a chubby crayon line on the map. "The objective is the ‘Present Pile.’ Located under the giant inflatable rubber duck." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "Security?" he whispered, leaning in. "Tight. A six-year-old named Timmy patrols the perimeter with a sticky lollipop. He suspects everyone." Molly pointed a pudgy finger. "Our primary obstacle is ‘The Gauntlet’." Bill peered at the diagram of a bouncy castle. "We go under cover of ‘Musical Chairs.’ The chaos will be deafening." "Precisely. You create a diversion. Trigger the bubble machine." "The old bubble-machine gambit. Classic." Bill chewed his lip. "Extraction?" "Once the loot is secured, we exfiltrate via the slip-n-slide. Mrs. Henderson will be distracted by the punchbowl." "Roger that." Bill’s stomach growled. "What about the cake?" "The cake is not the mission, Bill." "It’s a German chocolate, Molls. That’s a high-value target." "We’re professionals, Bill! Stick to the plan. Get in, grab the Paw Patrol loot, get out." She eyed him. "And don’t even think about the piñata." "The piñata’s a liability anyway," Bill sighed, "Too much noise." He looked at the map one last time, a glint in his eye. "Okay. Operation Sugar Rush is a go."