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Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn horn headband and squinted at the balloon arch sagging over the backyard gate. "You’re sure this is the right place? Because I’m pretty sure we just walked into a toddler’s fever dream." Bill scratched his chin, where a temporary tattoo of a dinosaur was peeling off. "Positive. Intel says the birthday kid’s dad is some tech bro who ‘disrupts’ birthday parties by giving out gold-plated action figures. We’re talking *heist of the century* here, Mol." Molly plucked a cupcake from a nearby table and took a bite. "Ugh, vegan frosting. Anyway, how do we even *do* this? We can’t just waltz in there with a sack and yell ‘trick or treat.’" Bill pulled a rolled-up blueprint from his diaper bag. "Simple. You distract the parents with your ‘adorable mom energy’—" "I *hate* that you put that in air quotes." "—while I swap the real presents with these." He held up a stack of gift-wrapped shoeboxes. "Then we make our escape via the bouncy castle." Molly stared. "The *bouncy castle*." "Low security, high visibility. Classic misdirection." She sighed. "Fine. But if I get glitter in my hair again, I’m taking it out of your cut." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now put on your best ‘I’m just here for the juice boxes’ face."