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“Right, so the bouncy castle. Round one, we go under,” Molly hissed, adjusting her ridiculously large sunglasses. “Under? Molly, seriously? We’re talking five-year-olds and a piñata shaped like a dinosaur. ‘Under’ implies stealth. ‘Climbing’ feels more appropriate.” Bill chewed on the end of his pen. “Don’t be a drama queen, Bill. It’s a Saturday afternoon. The parents are distracted by face painting and lukewarm punch. Think of it as… festive reconnaissance.” “Festive reconnaissance involving glitter and a disturbing amount of balloon animals. Did you check the security cameras?” “Minimal. Mrs. Henderson, bless her cotton socks, thinks a motion sensor is a threat to her prize-winning geraniums.” “Geraniums? Seriously? Okay, fine. But if I get a sticky hand from a melted lollipop, I’m blaming you.” “Just grab the presents, Bill! Think of the profit!” “Profit? Molly, we’re acquiring a mountain of plastic dinosaurs and sparkly race cars. This isn't about profit; it’s about… the sheer chaotic joy of it all." “Just move.”