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“Right, so, the bouncy castle. That’s our entry point, isn’t it?” Molly asked, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on the table. “Absolutely. Don’t even think about suggesting the clown. Last time he winked at me. Bad precedent,” Bill replied, adjusting his ridiculously oversized sunglasses. "And seriously, dinosaurs? You’re staging a paleontological reconnaissance?" “They’re a visual aid, Bill! A tiny, plastic, prehistoric reminder of our goal. We’re after the presents, remember? Not the… the sugar.” Molly shuddered dramatically. “Think of the sugar.” “I’m thinking about the sheer volume of brightly wrapped, probably very expensive, things. It’s a logistical nightmare. How many boxes are we talking?” “The caterer estimated, conservatively, six hundred. Six hundred, Bill! We could retire on the value of those little race cars,” Molly said, eyes gleaming. “Imagine. A tiny thatched-roof cottage overlooking the Mediterranean.” “And a lifetime supply of antacids,” Bill muttered, pulling a small Ziploc bag of gummy bears from his pocket and popping one in his mouth. “Look, the parents will be distracted. It’s a ten-year-old’s birthday. Balloons, cake, a questionable magician. We've got solid cover.” “The magician. Don’t even mention the magician. He looked like he’d wrestled a badger and lost. We're going in during the limbo. That’s our window.” “Limbo? Seriously? You're suggesting we time our heist around a teenager attempting to bend over backwards?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “That seems needlessly complicated.” “It’s focused movement! Panic is less likely. I’ve charted the optimal trajectory for a swift present grab. It's a carefully calculated… shimmy.” “A shimmy? Molly, we're professional thieves, not… geriatric dancers.” “Don’t insult my shimmy, Bill. It's a vital component. Besides, I've got the distraction covered. I’m going to ‘accidentally’ spill juice on the birthday boy’s cake.” Bill choked on his gummy bear. “You’re going to *what*? That’s… that’s beyond chaotic! You'll be arrested before we even get to the wrapping paper!” “A small price to pay for six hundred presents. Think of the resale value! Vintage Paw Patrol, anyone?” Molly grinned, adding another plastic dinosaur to the collection. “I’ve already pre-marked the prime targets: the Lego sets, the tablets, the American Girl dolls… the pink one is a steal.” “Okay, okay. Just… promise me you won’t attempt any interpretive dance moves while we’re infiltrating. And please, no badger wrestling.” “No promises about the interpretive dance,” Molly said with a mischievous wink, grabbing a small, glitter-covered grappling hook from her bag. “But I assure you, Bill, this is going to be fabulous.”