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“Right, so, Operation Glitter Bomb, then?” Molly asked, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on the coffee table. Bill chewed on the end of his pen, staring intently at a map of the Gallagher residence. “Don’t you think ‘Operation Glitter Bomb’ is… juvenile?” “It’s thematic, Bill! It’s a children’s party. Glitter is practically a required element. Plus, think of the chaos. It’ll be magnificent.” “I’m thinking of the restraining order, Molly. Mrs. Gallagher is not a woman to be trifled with. She once reported a man for ‘excessive bubble blowing.’” “Details, details. Look, the perimeter is simple. Two guards, the dad, probably. He’s obsessed with remote-controlled cars, which makes him predictably predictable. The back door is unlocked, according to Henderson’s intel.” “Henderson, bless his cotton socks, swears he saw a squirrel wearing a tiny sombrero through the window last week. I’m relying on his surveillance footage more than your ‘perimeter’ assessment.” “It’s a starting point!" Molly snapped, shoving a pile of Nerf guns onto the table. “We need to be prepared for… enthusiastic defense.” “Enthusiastic defense usually involves glitter cannons and screaming children. Which, frankly, is my biggest concern.” “We’re not using glitter cannons, Bill! We’re professionals. Discretion is key. We’re extracting the presents. That’s it.” “Discreetly extracting a room full of fifty screaming children clutching teddy bears and action figures? You’re delusional.” He pointed to the map. “The loot is in the basement, next to the bouncy castle. That's where the real security lies.” “Bouncy castle security? Seriously?” “Don’t underestimate it, Molly. It’s a five-year-old’s bouncy castle. They’re inherently unstable. Lots of sharp edges, potential for projectile tantrums.” “Okay, okay, valid point. We need to minimize interaction. I’m thinking a distraction. A coordinated series of synchronized jumps? A miniature dragon puppet?” “A miniature dragon puppet? Molly, you’ve lost it. Look, we’ll grab what we can – the really shiny stuff, the expensive ones – and get out. No dragons. No synchronized jumping. Just… quiet acquisition.” “But quiet acquisition is so… boring. Isn’t there a way to inject a little… flair?” “Flair is not on the agenda. Are you even listening to me?” “Of course! Flair equals… a strategically placed inflatable flamingo?” Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Just… just grab the presents, Molly. Please.” “Fine, fine. But if we don't have a memorable exit strategy, I'm blaming you for the lack of pizzazz.” She picked up a particularly sparkly unicorn toy. “This one’s going straight to my collection.”