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The community hall smelled faintly of stale pizza and desperation. Molly tapped a chipped fingernail against the flyer for Timmy’s 7th Birthday Bash. “Okay, so ‘Magical Unicorn’ theme. Truly terrifying.” Bill, meticulously polishing a pair of oversized sunglasses, grunted. “Distraction level: maximum. Parents will be busy capturing sparkly chaos for Instagram. Perfect.” “Right. Operation Gift Grab is a go. You handle the balloon animal wrangling – divert attention, general silliness.” “Me? Wrangling?” Bill protested, nearly dropping his sunglasses. “I’m a professional! I specialise in… logistical support.” “Logistical support includes looking like you belong, Bill. A grown man lurking suspiciously near a bouncy castle raises eyebrows.” “Fine, fine. Balloon animals it is. But I’m drawing the line at face painting.” “Deal. Remember, we’re in and out. No lingering for cake. The presents are the priority.” “Of course, the presents. Think of the resale value on a limited-edition Robo-Rex. It’s basically an investment.” Bill gave a wicked grin. "Just imagine Timmy's face." Molly sighed. “Let’s just focus on *not* getting arrested, Bill.”