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Molly traced a finger over the crudely drawn floor plan, a smudge of what looked suspiciously like jam marring the diagram of the Henderson residence. Bill leaned closer, his breath smelling faintly of lukewarm tea and questionable biscuits. "So, this is it? Operation: Birthday Bonanza?" It was a surprisingly ambitious name for stealing presents from a six-year-old's party. "Precisely," Molly whispered, pointing to a bold 'X' near a drawing of a cake. "The treasure hoard is situated in the living room, unguarded during the crucial 'Pass the Parcel' phase. We slip in, grab the loot, and vanish like a fart in the wind, leaving only baffled parents and a distinct lack of joy." Her eyes gleamed with professional avarice. Bill scratched his chin. "But aren't the little ankle-biters usually, you know, *everywhere*? And what if they've got party poppers? Those things are loud enough to rupture eardrums." "That's where your role as Chief Distraction comes in," Molly explained, tapping a picture of a clown. "You go in dressed as 'Jolly Jangles', complete with a menacingly cheerful balloon animal. While they focus on whatever horror you conjure, I'll make my move on the presents. Simple, effective, and deeply regrettable for future therapy bills." "My balloon animal skills are rusty, Molly. Last time I made a 'dog', it looked more like a deflated giraffe having a seizure. And 'Jolly Jangles' sounds utterly terrifying to a small child." Molly sighed dramatically, pushing a stray curl from her face. "Nonsense. It’s foolproof. Just try not to scare the kiddies *too* much, alright? We need them crying over missing toys, not primeval terror."