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The bouncy castle loomed, a garish inflatable sentinel guarding a treasure trove of disappointment – piles and piles of brightly wrapped presents. Molly squinted, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. Bill, perpetually damp from a mysterious source, was meticulously cataloging the sugar-fueled chaos through a pair of binoculars. Tiny humans shrieked, launching themselves at each other with a startling lack of grace. Streamers whipped in the breeze like distressed flags. "Right," Molly muttered, making a note on a napkin covered in doodles. “Operation Sugar Rush is a go.” Bill lowered the binoculars, a single bead of moisture tracing a path down his cheek. “Seems...sticky.” Molly ignored him, sketching a route through the inflatable jungle. She envisioned a delicate maneuver, a graceful sidestep past a particularly enthusiastic child wielding a balloon animal. She’d snag a few remote-controlled cars, maybe a pony figurine or two; classics were always marketable. Bill started humming tunelessly, fiddling with a miniature grappling hook. "Think they have cake?" She sighed. "Bill, focus. This isn’t a picnic.” The sheer volume of plastic toys was overwhelming, almost depressing. It was a logistical nightmare. A mountain of yearning and glitter. “We need a diversion.”