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The warehouse loft smelled of dust and desperation. Molly stared at the crayon-smeared schematic. "It's a hard target, Bill. Perimeter is soft—balloon arch, bouncy castle—but the interior is a nightmare. Thirty miniature adversaries, hopped on sugar and lemonade." Bill polished a grappling hook fashioned from a candy cane. "Our intel says the loot is centralized under a My Little Pony-themed 'Tree of Giving.' A classic snatch-and-grab." "During the piñata frenzy? That's our window. But the exfil is tight. You'll be burdened with bags of plush toys and mediocre building blocks." "I can handle the weight. What's the primary complication?" "The Asset." Molly tapped a photo of a shaggy pony-ride operator. "Clyde. He's ex-carnival. Sees everything. We need a diversion." Bill grinned, holding up a whoopee cushion and a walkie-talkie. "I've procured a multi-phase auditory distraction. Phase One: Deploy the cushion near the cake. Phase Two: When chaos peaks, I hit the 'tree.' You keep Clyde occupied." "By?" "Ask him about the existential loneliness of the carousel horse. It'll break him." Molly nodded, folding the map. "Alright. We go in at 1400 hours, during the 'Musical Chairs' meltdown. Remember, no witnesses." "Understood. And Molly? If we get cornered... we cry. It’s a kids' party. They’ll have to forgive us." "Improvisation. I like it."