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“Right, so let me get this straight,” Bill said, meticulously polishing his spectacles with a napkin pilfered from a diner three towns over. “We’re… robbing a birthday party.” Molly rolled her eyes, already dressed in a suspiciously bright floral jumpsuit. “It’s not ‘robbing,’ Bill. It’s… *reallocating* gifts. And it’s a very lucrative opportunity. Little Timmy’s turning six. Six! That’s a significant gift haul.” “Lucrative because people buy small children expensive things they don't appreciate? That feels… wrong, even for us.” “Wrong is letting perfectly good LEGO sets gather dust when we could be, you know, funding our early retirement,” Molly retorted. “Think of the beaches, Bill. The tiny umbrellas in the drinks!” “I'm picturing tiny handcuffs,” Bill muttered. “And a very angry group of parents.” “Relax. We’re professionals. Mostly. It’s a simple in-and-out. I've scouted the location. It’s at ‘Bouncy Castle Bonanza,’ which, frankly, is a security nightmare. Too much focus on inflatable structures, not enough on… present security.” “They have a bouncy castle shaped like a dinosaur,” Bill stated, consulting a hand-drawn map riddled with crayon markings. “Irrelevant! The presents are in a back room, guarded by… a teenager in a wizard hat.” “A wizard hat?” “Apparently, it’s part of the ‘enchantment’ theme. He’ll be too busy attempting card tricks to notice our sophisticated operation.” “Sophisticated? You're planning on distracting him with a glitter bomb, Molly. That's hardly sophisticated.” “It’s highly effective! And sparkly. Besides, you're on distraction duty. You're going to challenge him to a magic duel.” Bill choked on air. “Me? A magic duel? I can barely make a coin disappear without dropping it.” “Details, details. Fake confidence, Bill. You can do it. Tell him you studied under Merlin himself.” “I studied under a tax accountant, Molly.” “Same difference! Look, the time is 14:00 hours. Peak party chaos. Kids sugared up on cake, parents distracted by small human tornadoes. We’re in, we grab the loot, we’re out. Remember the bag? The oversized Santa sack?” “It’s a bit… conspicuous, isn’t it?” “It’s thematic! It blends in! It screams ‘harmless grandparent!’ Plus, it holds a lot of presents. We’re talking potential for a new yacht here, Bill.” “I still prefer the beaches and tiny umbrellas.” “We can have both! Now, practice your dramatic wizard-dueling pose. And remember, no tripping over bouncy castles.”