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Molly, hunched over a crayon-scrawled battle plan, stabbed a finger at a pastel blob labeled “Bouncy Castle: Target Alpha.” Her serious expression barely made the tiny plastic binoculars dangling from her neck seem less ridiculous. "Intel suggests prime gift real estate beneath Mrs. Higgins's floral tablecloth," she whispered, a gravelly stage whisper. Bill polished a tiny, jewel-encrusted crowbar, brow furrowed. He’d seen bank jobs planned with less intensity. "Glitter, Molly?" Bill murmured, a single word laced with dread. "Necessary occupational hazard, Bill," Molly replied, unrolling fairy lights, 'perimeter defense.' "Once Operation Cupcake Chaos triggers the sugar rush, we infiltrate through petunias. Zero visibility." She highlighted a crude dog drawing. "Patrol unit, Fido, neutralized with three precisely thrown cheddar biscuits." Bill sighed. "And the clown? What about the clown?" he asked. Molly grinned. "Our insider, Bill. Big leagues." She tapped a child-sized grappling hook. "We're talking a remote control dinosaur! A drone that *actually* flies!" He shook his head, picturing bouncy castle surveillance.