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The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned ice cream truck, a fitting soundtrack to our increasingly ridiculous plan. Molly meticulously unfolded a blueprint – a shockingly detailed rendering of “Princess Sparkle’s Rainbow Extravaganza,” complete with glitter distribution maps. Bill, predictably, was attempting to fashion a grappling hook out of duct tape and a garden gnome. “Seriously, Bill, the gnome?” she asked, her voice dry. “It’s aerodynamic,” he defended, wrestling with the ceramic figurine. “And Reginald here has a certain…gravitas.” She sighed, tracing a route across the blueprint with a pen. “The ventilation shaft is small, you’ll need to contort. And the parents are *vigilant*. They’ve got laser beams, I swear.” “Laser beams? You’ve been watching too much James Bond,” Bill grunted, nearly snapping Reginald in half. “Look, we’re after the presents, Molly. Happiness. Joy. Imagine the resale value of a pristine, unopened ‘Magic Unicorn’!” “Just…try not to dismantle the entire birthday party, okay?” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “And for the love of all that is holy, leave Reginald behind.”