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The surveillance van smelled of stale coffee and clown noses. Molly traced a finger over the blueprint of the community center. “Alright, Bill. The Sugarplum Fairy’s Fourth Birthday Bash. Presents pile is in the ‘Enchanted Forest’ corner, behind the glitter volcano.” Bill adjusted his fake mustache. “Right. My role is still the overly enthusiastic magician who distracts with a truly awful rabbit trick?” “Precisely. I slip in as the face-painting auntie. Once you’ve got every parent and child horrified by your ‘levitating’ hamster, I move.” “What’s the signal?” Bill asked. “When I start painting a tiger, you yell, ‘Great Scott, the rabbit’s eaten the hamster!’ That’s chaos prime. I’ll have two minutes.” “And if the real magician shows up?” Molly sighed. “You pull the emergency glitter bomb. No one can see or breathe through that. We exit via the bounce house emergency zipper.” Bill patted his pocket. “I’ve got the whoopee cushions for the exits. Non-lethal, but deeply demoralizing.” “Perfect. Remember: we’re not monsters. We leave the fruit cups and the one gift card to the petting zoo.” “Professional courtesy.” Bill nodded solemnly. Molly grinned. “Now, let’s go steal some LEGOs.”