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Molly peered at the blueprint, an intricate mess of crayon drawings and glitter glue. "Okay, Bill, 'Cupcake Calamity' is a go. Target: Barnaby Buttercup's 7th." Bill polished a tension wrench with a dedicated seriousness usually reserved for brain surgery. "Barnaby? Less a target, more a floral display." "Mrs. Buttercup has hawk-eyes, toddler tenacity," Molly warned, adjusting her fake spectacles. "PTA legend." Bill winced, visions of bake sales and parent-teacher conferences dancing in his head. "PTA? Psychological warfare. Bouncy castle entry? Clowns?" "Amateur," Molly scoffed, tapping a finger on a drawing of a multi-tiered cake. "We're entertainers. You're Professor Proton, Party Physicist." Bill nearly dropped his prized pick, his face a canvas of pure alarm. "Proton? My physics is lock-picking." "Exactly!" Molly grinned, a flash of something devious in her eyes. "Your bewildering 'experiments' mean no one sees presents… vanish." "Security?" Bill asked, his voice trembling slightly. "Guard dog? Roomba?" Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Hyperactive kids. Cake, sugar, zero boundaries." Bill blanched, his face losing all color. "Kids? Molly, not *children*! That changes everything!" "Relax," Molly said, patting his arm. "Pint-sized obstacles. With gifts."