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The planning table was a sprawl of sugar-fueled chaos. A half-eaten cupcake served as a paperweight for the schematics of a bouncy castle. Molly, peering through binoculars crafted from toilet paper tubes, tracked the patrol pattern of a determined five-year-old with a security badge made of crayon. “Perimeter’s soft,” she muttered, tapping a map drawn in glitter glue. “But the main objective is a fortress. It’s in the living room, under the twinkle lights.” Bill, adjusting a fake mustache that kept coming unstuck, squinted at the diagram. “The Cake Guardian is the real variable. She’s got eyes in the back of her head and a lethal spatula.” Molly nodded, her expression grave. “We go in during the piñata frenzy. Distraction is key. You create a juice-box spill by the slide. I’ll belly-crawl through the ball pit.” “What about the attack dog?” “The shih tzu? His name is Mr. Wiggles. A well-placed chew toy will neutralize him.” She pointed a finger, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Remember, Bill, no fingerprints. We wear the silly putty gloves. This is a clean operation.” Bill sighed, the weight of the mission upon him. “I just hope the big one is the racing car set and not another educational puzzle.” “Focus,” Molly hissed. “The birthday boy is blowing out the candles in ten. Places.”