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“Right, so, Operation Sugar Rush. We’re in, we grab everything shiny and bouncy, and we’re out. Simple,” Molly said, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on the table. “Simple? Molly, we’re infiltrating a five-year-old’s birthday party. ‘Simple’ doesn’t even cover the level of parental vigilance we’re likely to encounter,” Bill grumbled, chewing on the end of a pencil. “Are you *sure* about the dinosaurs? They look intensely judgmental.” “They’re camouflage, Bill! Little plastic reptiles blend in. Besides, think of the haul – twenty-seven Lego sets, a remote-controlled monster truck, a glittery unicorn…” “A glittery unicorn? Seriously? You’re going to risk a prolonged custody battle for a glittery unicorn?” “It’s fabulous! Look, the point is, we need a distraction. I was thinking a perfectly timed interpretive dance to ‘Baby Shark’?” “Absolutely not. We’re going in quiet. Stealth. Remember the briefing?” “Briefing? Bill, this is a birthday party, not a military operation. Just…promise me you won’t ask for a cupcake.” “No promises,” Bill replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.