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Molly adjusted tactical binoculars, focusing on the inflatable rainbow castle swaying in the driveway. The perimeter was heavily guarded by small operatives in sticky tutus. It was a tactical nightmare of loud squealing and erratic sugar rushes. Molly wiped sweat from her brow. She asked, “Is the castle depressurized yet?” “No. They have a clown handling the back door,” Bill whispered. “Is he armed?” “Just with balloon poodles. We hit the gift table at noon.” Bill adjusted his camouflage cargo shorts, tension mounting. The prize sat on the patio: a mountain of glittery boxes and shiny ribbons. They crouched behind a manicured hedge. “Which box is the Lego?” “The one guarded by the kid in the superhero suit. Do you have the distraction ready?” “I have three bags of organic kale chips.” Molly groaned, “Kale? They are five, not yoga instructors.” “The parents will swarm us. It is a perfect diversion.” Every second counted before the cake was cut and the frenzy began. “What if he cries?” “Then we deploy the emergency bubbles and run fast toward the getaway van parked on the curb by the park garden gate.” Bill gripped the bag. The scent of vanilla frosting hung heavy.