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“Right, Bill, let’s go over this again,” Molly said, tapping a glitter-covered napkin with a pen. “Operation Sugar Rush hinges on precision.” Bill scratched his chin. “Precision involving bouncy castles and tiny pirates? Sounds stressful.” “Stressful *and* lucrative. Think of it, Bill! Mountains of untouched toys. The parents are distracted, drowning in juice boxes and awkwardly forced small talk.” “They’ll have security, right? Like, bouncers in clown suits?” “Don’t be ridiculous. They’ll have a stressed-out aunt Mildred and a bored teenager on phone duty. I’ve cased the joint. We go in during the piñata drop, grab and go – twenty seconds, tops.” “Twenty seconds to pilfer a lifetime supply of plastic dinosaurs and princess tiaras?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Exactly! You’re on distraction. You need to look… approachable.” “Approachable? Me? In a striped shirt and a permanent expression suggesting I’m about to regret life choices?” Molly sighed. “Just… smile, Bill. And compliment a balloon animal.” “A balloon animal? Seriously?” "It’s theater, Bill! Now, are you in or are you going to whine about the existential dread of stealing from children?”