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The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and purple monstrosity dominating Mrs. Gable’s perfectly manicured lawn. Molly squinted, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. It was a children’s birthday party, specifically little Timmy Gable’s sixth, and therefore, a goldmine. Not of joy, but of generously-gifted LEGOs and remote control cars. Bill, ever practical, was sketching a diagram in the dirt with a twig. “Distraction is key,” he mumbled, circling the location of the lemonade stand. “Little Timmy loves lemonade. We hit the presents during peak sugar rush. Chaos reigns.” Molly examined her grappling hook, a repurposed dog leash and a suction cup. “Sugar rush or not, those parents are hawks. Especially Mrs. Gable. She once threatened to call the police on a squirrel for burying a nut in her petunias.” “Relax,” Bill said, not looking up. “I’ve factored in Gable’s hawk-like tendencies.” “You have?” “Of course. Operation: Present Liberation is foolproof. “Ready?” “As I’ll ever be.”