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The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink beacon of chaos. Molly chewed on a licorice whip, squinting at the scene. “Right then, Operation Sugar Rush. You got the distraction sorted, Bill?" Bill, a man whose enthusiasm outweighed his coordination, wrestled with a helium balloon shaped like a giant banana. "Absolutely! I'm going to impersonate a street performer. Juggling rubber chickens! Guaranteed to draw a crowd. They’ll be mesmerized, I tell you. Mesmerized!" Molly sighed. “Rubber chickens, Bill? Really? It’s a children's party. They'll probably throw them at you." “Details, details! You focus on the presents. Remember the plan? Go for the big boxes, bikes primarily. And avoid the glitter. Last thing we need is sparkly evidence.” "And what if they notice?" Molly asked, popping the licorice into her mouth. “They won’t! I'll be the star! The magnificent Bill, clown extraordinaire! You’ll be in and out like a sugar-fueled ninja." He tripped over the banana. "Or, you know, slightly less gracefully.” Molly just shook her head. “This is going to be a disaster.”