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The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, garishly pink and shaped like a unicorn. Molly squinted. “Seriously? A unicorn? That’s…aggressive.” Bill consulted his sketch. “Focus, Molly. The presents are inside, near the pinata. Operation Birthday Bandit hinges on timing. Three-year-old Timmy’s sugar crash is predicted for 15:47. That’s our window.” “Sugar crash?” Molly asked, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. “You base a heist on a toddler’s glycemic index?” “It’s remarkably reliable. They map these things, you know. Anyway, distraction is key. You handle the clown, I’ll navigate the gift mountain.” “Handle the clown how? I'm not wrestling a guy in face paint.” “No, no. Compliment his balloon animals. Ask for a poodle. They *love* that. Buy me ten minutes. And for goodness sake, blend in. Less ‘suspicious adult’, more ‘enthusiastic aunt’.” “Easy for you to say, you get to rummage for Lego. I get sticky fingers and existential dread.” Bill grinned. “Think of the haul, Molly. Power Rangers, Barbie Dreamhouses…we can retire!”