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"So it's a solid plan," Molly said, peering over the blueprint of the suburban house. "We go in disguised as the hired Princess Sparklehoof and Sir Gigglebottom." Bill adjusted his fake beard. "The what now?" "The clown and the unicorn, Bill. Keep up. We infiltrate during the peak chaos of the piñata assault. I'll cause a distraction with a glitter bomb." "A glitter bomb? That's messy." "It's tactical, Bill! While the tiny humans are blinded by shimmer, you sweep the gift table. In and out. They'll be none the wiser." Bill frowned, tapping the diagram. "What about the perimeter? We've got a dozen small, hyper-vigilant witnesses and at least one overly-friendly golden retriever." "The dog is a non-issue. I've laced the birthday cake with a mild sedative. He'll be snoring by the presents." "You poisoned the cake?" "It's a veterinarian-grade relaxant! Barely a nibble will have Fido dreaming of squirrels. The real problem is extraction. The Getaway Dad-Van only fits so many brightly wrapped packages." "We'll prioritize. Big boxes, small boxes. No gift cards." "Agreed. Too much paperwork. Are we ready? Do you have your whoopee cushion?" Bill patted his jester costume. "Security blanket. Remember, if things go south, the code phrase is 'I think little Timmy needs a diaper change.'" "Perfect. Let's go make some children cry."