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The inflatable bounce house loomed, a garish castle in Brenda’s meticulously manicured backyard. Molly squinted, adjusting the night vision goggles perched on her nose. “Operation Gift Grab is a go, then?” she muttered, more to herself than Bill. Bill, attempting to blend in with a floral patterned Hawaiian shirt and a frankly disturbing amount of sunscreen, grumbled. “As ‘go’ as it's going to get when you’re sticking out like a sore thumb with those goggles, Mol.” He fiddled with the miniature grappling hook launcher hidden in a gift-wrapped box of building blocks. Brenda’s chihuahua, Princess Fluffybutt the Third, yapped incessantly at Bill’s ankles. He kicked gently, feigning enthusiasm. “Good girl, Princess! Who's a good gift-guarding girl?” Molly adjusted her earpiece. "Distraction ready?" "Yep. Got a convincing rendition of 'Baby Shark' primed and ready to deploy." Bill winced. “My agent assures me it’s devastatingly effective.” The party music swelled. A swarm of sugar-fueled children descended upon the gift table. This was it. Molly smirked. “Let’s redistribute some joy.”