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The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink behemoth in the suburban garden. Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses. “Right, Operation Sugar Rush is a go. You got the diversion?” Bill fumbled with a small, battery-powered robot dog. “Sparky here’s programmed to chase squirrels. Should draw most of the five-year-olds away from the prize pile. What about you?” “I’m the distraction extraordinaire. I’ll be ‘Aunt Mildred,’ overly enthusiastic about face painting. Glitter bombardment, guaranteed. They won’t suspect a thing.” Molly grinned, a flash of gold tooth. “Glitter? Really, Molly? Seriously?” Bill sighed, fiddling with Sparky’s antennae. “Hey, it’s festive! Besides, the presents are all wrapped in that cheap paper. Easy peel. You get the big train set, I’m taking the pony. We split it sixty-forty, my charm is harder work.” Bill gave her a withering look. “Sixty-forty? I’m risking being chased by a swarm of sugar-fueled toddlers!” “Think of the profits, Bill. Think of early retirement! Now, initiate Sparky. And try to look less like you're about to rob a children’s party, please.”