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The blueprints of the "Party Palace" playplace were spread across the van’s floor. Molly traced a route with her finger. "So we go in during the chaos of musical chairs. Simple." Bill frowned, chewing his lip. "Musical chairs is high-stakes, Molly. Kids are vicious. Remember the incident with the piñata last time?" "That was a fluke! We just need to be faster than a five-year-old hopped up on cake." "And the presents? They're in a giant, glittery castle. How do we move a castle?" "We don't move the castle, we move the loot. We swap the real presents for decoys." She held up a bag of brightly wrapped boxes. Bill peeked inside one. "These are just empty boxes filled with broccoli." "Exactly. By the time they realize, we're long gone. No kid opens a present expecting vegetables. It's perfect misdirection." He sighed. "Our legacy. Beaten by a room of first-graders and a pile of healthy snacks." "The perfect crime," Molly grinned. "They'll be too confused to even scream."