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Bill jabbed a sausage-greased finger at the map of Mrs. Henderson's backyard. His shifty eyes shone with misguided ambition. "A robust haul," he announced, "birthday gifts, untouched." He gestured at a scribbled 'X' near a wobbly 'BOUNCY CASTLE'. Molly, wiping a smear of something unidentifiable from her unimpressed face, surveyed the chaotic sketch. Glitter and crayon marks adorned its edges. "Presents, Bill? From *children*?" she deadpanned, raising a plucked eyebrow. Bill beamed, missing her sarcasm. "Lucrative. Think new LEGO." He thumped the table. "Primary obstacle: the sugar-fueled mini-menace swarm. And a rogue clown." He tapped an 'X' labeled 'CLOWN (AVOID)'. "This feels... wrong." Molly sighed, pinching her nose. Their moral compass was bent, but this a new low. "It's for our cause." Bill said, scooping stale crisps. "Phase one: disrupt the piñata. Chaos is our friend." He chewed loudly, picturing the bounty.