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Molly studied the warehouse blueprint through a monogrammed magnifying glass. “The presents are stored in the supply closet behind the clown.” She tapped a frosted cupcake on the planning table. Bill flexed his fingers, which were already smeared with cupcake frosting. “Easy. I’ll distract the clown. You grab the goods.” He attempted a menacing shadow puppet on the wall, but it looked more like a startled goose. Through binoculars, they watched the party’s controlled chaos: a bouncy castle convulsing like a trapped lung, a piñata dangling ominously, a mountain of gaudily wrapped gifts. The target. Molly adjusted her tactical vest, which had a juice box in each pocket. “Remember,” she whispered, “we’re ninja-goblins. Silent. Swift.” Bill nodded solemnly, then tripped over a discarded ribbon, sending a cascade of metallic confetti into the air. They froze. A nearby toddler stared, utterly mesmerized by the sparkling cloud. Molly sighed. This was going to require a significant tactical revision. Perhaps a diversion involving the glitter cannon.