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Molly knelt behind the giant inflatable clown, wrestling with a blueprint spread across the damp grass. Bill kept bumping the plastic pillar with his head, each *thwonk* echoing in the suburban dusk. “The bounce-house provides superior cover, but the decibel level is problematic,” Molly muttered, tapping a schematic. Bill peered over her shoulder. “Just grab the loot and bolt. Classic smash-and-grab.” “This is a *children’s birthday party*, Bill. Precision is key. We wait for the piñata explosion—maximum chaos, minimal attention.” “Seems like a lot of fuss for some action figures and candy.” Molly finally looked up, her eyes fierce. “This is about craftsmanship. And the Blue Ribbon Dolly. Limited edition.” “Fine. But if we get taken down by a five-year-old with a water pistol, I’m blaming your ‘craftsmanship’.” They watched as the partygoers, sugared-up and shrieking, orbited a table piled with gaudily wrapped boxes. The plan was absurd, the target worthless, and their disguises—ill-fitting party hats from the recycling bin—were perfect.