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Molly smoothed the wrinkled, candy-smeared blueprint onto the table. "Operation Pinata Pinch is a go. Tomorrow, three PM, at the Johnson residence. Presents are deposited beside the snack table." Bill, nursing a cup of cold coffee, frowned. "A children's party? Molly, we stole a van full of televisions last week." "And we almost got caught because you left the GPS on. This is subtle. We infiltrate as party planners." She produced two laminated badges. "I'm 'Miss Joy', you're 'Mr. Fun'. We coordinate games, then during the cake chaos, we box up the gifts and walk out." "Cake chaos?" Bill set his mug down. "What's the exit strategy?" "Confusion. We'll trigger a glitter bomb near the piñata. While everyone is dazzled, we load the loot into our 'Party Supplies' van." "A glitter bomb? That's not a weapon, it's a craft store accident." "It's non-violent and effective. Now, memorize the schedule: one PM, set up. Two, greet guests. Three, cake and glitter. Four, profit." She beamed. Bill sighed. "I feel like we've hit a new low." "Nonsense! This is a high-stakes, low-security gig. Now, practice your cheerful wave." Molly demonstrated, fingers wiggling with manic enthusiasm. Bill gave a half-hearted flap of his hand. "I need a new line of work." "After this, we'll afford one. Now, again: be joyful!"