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Molly peered through the binoculars. “Okay. The inflatable dragon is the centerpiece. Presents are stacked by the picnic table, near the cake.” Bill adjusted his fake mustache, unnecessary for their current rooftop vantage point. “Right. Operation Sugar Rush is a go. Distraction?” “You,” Molly said, without lowering the lenses. “You’ll be the disgruntled clown they hired but got the date wrong. Start a scene about missing balloons. Loudly.” “I hate clowns,” Bill grumbled, fiddling with the rainbow suspenders of his costume. “We all have our crosses to bear. Once the adults are distracted, I slip in as the cheerful, efficient party planner they definitely *did* hire. I’ll consolidate the loot into a gift bag marked ‘Party Supplies’.” “What about the kids? They’re observant little gremlins.” Molly finally looked at him, a grin spreading. “The piñata. I’ll bring a backup. It’ll be full of extra-strength sugar cubes. They’ll be vibrating into next Tuesday.” Bill nodded slowly, a flicker of professional admiration in his eyes. “Clean. But the timeline’s tight. The magician arrives at three.” “Then stop complaining and go put your big red nose on. Remember, the goal is the new Super Robo-Falcon 9000s. I hear they’re under every third tree this season.” “A humanitarian crisis,” Bill said solemnly, heading for the ladder. “We’re practically doing a public service.”