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“So, Operation Sparkle Bomb is a go, then?” Molly asked, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on a sticky table. Bill sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Honestly, Molly, ‘Operation Sparkle Bomb’ sounds like a five-year-old’s idea of a heist. It needs rebranding.” “It’s evocative!” she retorted, placing a T-Rex nose-to-nose with a Triceratops. “Besides, it’s descriptive. ‘Sparkle’ – for the glitter bomb distraction. ‘Bomb’ – for the, you know, the present retrieval.” “Bomb is pushing it. Let’s go with ‘Strategic Acquisition of Festive Goods.’ It’s more… professional.” “Professional doesn’t get us into a room crawling with sugar-fueled eight-year-olds,” Molly argued, ignoring his suggestion. “Look, the parents are distracted with the bouncy castle and the face painting. We hit it and run. Simple.” “Simple is boring. What about the tiny, judgmental stares? I read online that children possess an uncanny ability to detect micro-expressions of dishonesty.” “They’re seven, Bill. They’re mostly concerned about whether or not they’re going to get a Lightning McQueen die-cast.” “Precisely! That’s vulnerability. We exploit their vulnerability!” “We’re not exploiting anyone. We’re… optimizing gifting opportunities.” “Let’s talk security. The instructions said ‘two motion sensors near the main gift table, pressure plate under the cake.’ Cake. Seriously?” “Cake is the key, Bill. Everyone goes for the cake. Distraction, guaranteed.” “Right. So, I disable the sensors, you grab the presents. And then, what? We make a break for it through a wall of screaming children clutching rainbow-colored cupcakes?” “We have the glitter bomb. It’ll create a diversion. Enough time for us to slip out the back door.” "The back door. You’re sure about the back door? It looks vaguely like it leads to a shrubbery.” “The blueprints are… optimistic. It’s a service alley. It’s all we’ve got.” “Optimistic blueprints. Wonderful. And what about Robin? She’s supposed to be the lookout.” “Robin’s currently negotiating with a group of boys for trading Pokemon cards. I told her to observe, not participate.” “You told her to observe. She’s actively involved in a miniature, highly competitive trading war. This is why we can’t have nice things.” “She’s good at spotting potential threats.” “She spotted a particularly shiny Charizard. I'm starting to think the threat is the Charizard.” “Just stick to the plan. Glitter bomb, grab presents, escape. It’s foolproof.” “Foolproof unless a seven-year-old decides to use a roller skate to confront us. Which, let’s be honest, is a very real possibility.” “Just… focus on the dinosaurs, Bill. Focus on the dinosaurs.”