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Molly leaned closer to the walkie-talkie, the faint scent of plasticine and party cake wafting from Bill's end. Her own vantage point from the neighbour’s trimmed hedge offered an excellent view of the mayhem unfolding in the backyard. Balloons bounced with a mind of their own, and the saccharine melodies of a children's sing-along blared, providing surprisingly good cover. This was it. The children, utterly oblivious, would become unwitting pawns in the most ethically questionable, yet lucrative, operation of their careers. Bill, disguised poorly as a gardening enthusiast, was already blending in, or rather, standing out. “Okay, so you’ve got eyes on the bouncy castle?” Molly whispered. “Affirmative, Molly. Operation ‘Birthday Bonanza Bust’ is a go. Big inflatable obstacle, small potential witnesses.” “Witnesses, Bill? They're five. Their biggest worry is if Elsa sings ‘Let It Go’ again.” “A legitimate concern. But the clown looks shifty. Definitely ex-military, seen that stare before.” “He’s holding a balloon dog, not a rifle. Our target is the gift table. Confirm layout.” "Rectangular, laden. Mostly Paw Patrol, some unicorns. Security? Nonexistent. Unless Mrs. Higgins' prize-winning petunias are a perimeter defense." “They are if you're allergic. So, the piñata explodes, that's our window.” “Chaos diversion. Brilliant. Pure, unadulterated chaos.”