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Molly peered through the binoculars. “The target is heavily fortified. Sentries are armed with juice boxes.” Bill adjusted his black beanie. “Our intel says the main haul is in the living room, near the inflatable dragon. Extraction at piñata rupture, when chaos is maximal.” “The password is ‘unicorn sparkle,’” Molly said, deadpan, lowering the lenses. “You sure you can handle the toddler perimeter? They’re swift and unpredictable.” “My cover is foolproof.” Bill puffed out his chest. “I am ‘Uncle Bill,’ bearer of glow sticks and excessive candy. I will cause a sugar-fueled diversion.” Molly nodded, unfolding a crudely drawn map on the car hood. “I’ll go in through the sunroom. You keep the birthday boy’s father occupied. Talk about golf. Or carburetors.” “What’s the exit strategy?” “Same as infiltration, but faster. We load the swag into the oversized clown car we ‘borrowed.’ If compromised, we deploy the ultimate weapon.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “The glitter bomb?” “The glitter bomb,” Molly confirmed. “It’s a mercy they’ll never see coming. Now, synchronize your watches. Operation: Loot Bag commences in ten minutes. Remember, no honor among thieves… but we *do* leave the handmade cards.”