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Molly lowered the binoculars, a frown creasing her brow like an unironed tablecloth at a low-budget catering event. The suburban fortress, known only as 'Château Bounce House,' pulsed with the erratic rhythm of a thousand sugar-fueled locusts. "The perimeter is… sparkly." Bill grunted, tracing a sticky finger over a crayon-drawn floor plan of the house that inexplicably featured a dragon breathing cupcakes. A laminated photo of a unicorn piñata lay beside it, circled menacingly in red felt tip. The stakes, despite the glitter and party hats, were deceptively high. "Countermeasures are in place," Molly continued, gesturing towards the shrieking battlefield beyond the hedge. "A professional-grade bubble machine for starters. Our entry via the kitchen window will be a sudsy nightmare. And there's a clown, Bill. A *live* clown." She shivered. "Remember the Smith twins' nativity play debacle? That one kid had teeth." Bill tapped the piñata. "This." Molly rolled her eyes. "You think smashing a unicorn buys us enough time?" The potential haul, a veritable treasure trove of un-built Lego and soon-to-be-discarded toys, sat tantalizingly in the living room. It was an unguarded Fort Knox surrounded by a tiny, relentlessly sticky army. "Fine. But I’m not doing the bouncy castle." She adjusted her dark shades, sighing. Bill just smirked, already imagining the bounty. "Precision, Molly."