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Bill leans against the wall, tapping afinger against his temple. "Okay, Molly. Operation: Candy Cane Caper. Step one: infiltrate the premises. Step two: locate the vault. Step three: extract the payload. Step four: vanish before the sugar crash hits." Molly adjusts her fake clown nose, grinning. "Step one: we waltz in like we own the place. Step two: we spot the shiny boxes under the tree. Step three: we grab 'em. Step four: we high-tail it before the birthday girl cries." Bill sighs, adjusting his fake mustache. "Molly, it's not a 'high-tail.' It's a tactical withdrawal. And step two involves more than just spotting. We need to bypass the... security." Molly snorts. "Security? It's a kids' party! The biggest threat is a rogue balloon animal. What, you think the clown has a laser grid?" Bill straightens up, serious. "The clown has a whistle. And a very loud voice. And possibly a very large, very angry mother. We need a distraction." Molly snaps her fingers. "Got it! We use the piñata! It's like a distraction bomb made of candy and paper mache!" Bill pinches the bridge of his nose. "Molly, the piñata is the target, not the distraction. We need something to draw attention away from the tree." Molly's eyes light up. "The cake! We make a run for the cake table! Everyone will be looking at the cake! Perfect!" Bill rubs his temples. "Molly, the cake table is exactly where the presents are. We'd be standing right next to them while everyone stares. That's not a distraction, that's a spotlight." Molly pouts. "Fine. Plan B. We use the clown's wig. We put it on the dog. Everyone will be distracted trying to figure out why the dog has a red nose." Bill stares at her. "Molly. The dog is a chihuahua. It will look ridiculous. And no one will care. They'll just think it's a bad costume choice. We need something... more... explosive." Molly grins wickedly. "How about we... distract the clown? With a... surprise?" Bill's eyes narrow. "Molly, what are you suggesting?" Molly winks. "Let's just say... we give the clown a reason to forget about the whistle. For a few crucial minutes." Bill groans, but a reluctant smile tugs at his lips. "Alright. Distraction: clown incapacitation. Payload extraction: proceed. But if we get caught, it's your fault for suggesting we use the clown's dignity as a diversion." Molly salutes. "Consider it done. Operation: Candy Cane Caper, commence!" She starts humming a jaunty tune, completely oblivious to the sheer absurdity of their plan.