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“Right, so, Phase One – infiltration,” Molly said, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on a napkin. “Looks like chaos is the operating system here. We’re talking sugar-fueled pandemonium, balloon animals, and a frankly alarming amount of glitter.” Bill chewed on the end of a pen, staring at the napkin’s morbid display. “Glitter. Seriously? That’s a biohazard. Are we getting hazmat suits?” “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re not facing a chemical spill, Bill. We’re facing five-year-olds. Strategically deployed distraction is the key. I’ve identified a ‘magic balloon’ trick. A classic. It’ll buy us, what, fifteen minutes?” “Fifteen minutes of screaming kids and a drowning magician,” Bill grunted. “And what about the security? There’s a bouncy castle.” “The bouncy castle is… a tactical vulnerability. We’ll time it. As soon as little Timmy inevitably launches himself off the top and doesn’t quite make it, we move. Simple.” “Simple? Molly, you say simple things that involve entering a party full of unsupervised children and stealing all their presents. That’s inherently chaotic.” “It’s *entertaining* chaos, Bill. Think of it as… a large-scale, exquisitely wrapped gift redistribution program.” “You're terrifying. Look, I’ve been scouting. Mrs. Henderson, the host, has a chihuahua. Named Princess Fluffybutt III.” “Princess Fluffybutt III is a crucial element,” Molly declared. “She's a vocal deterrent. We need to antagonize her. A tossed sugar packet directed at her regal posterior. Just a small, precise act of rebellion.” “You’re planning to provoke a chihuahua with a sugar packet? That’s… impressively petty.” “It’s efficient. And frankly, it’s cathartic. Seriously, Bill, have you ever faced a tiny, furious dog?” “Once. In a pet store. It involved a squeaky toy and my dignity.” “Right. Well, Princess Fluffybutt III is our trigger. After the balloon trick, chaos ensues, Timmy goes airborne, and we’re in and out. Now, the presents. I’m thinking a systematic sweep. Largest to smallest. Avoiding anything with cartoon characters. Purely sentimental value, you understand.” “So, no limited edition Mickey Mouse watch?” “Absolutely not. We’re going for vintage. Wind-up robots. Tin soldiers. Things that would genuinely confuse and slightly distress a five-year-old. It’s about the aesthetic, Bill, the *aesthetic*.” “You’re a monster, Molly. A delightful, glitter-covered monster.” “Just focus on the timing, Bill. And for the love of all that is slightly unsettling, don't trip over a pile of stuffed animals."