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The bouncy castle sagged in the late afternoon sun, its deflated peaks like a toppled castle in a kingdom of sugar. Molly adjusted her binoculars. “Seventeen kids. One clown. That’s the real threat. Clowns are unpredictable.” “Focus on the loot table,” Bill muttered, scribbling on a napkin. “Presents are the priority. We go in through the inflatable dragon’s mouth.” “The dragon’s mouth is a cliché. The real ingress point is the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner. Snip two ropes, it collapses, creates chaos. Classic diversion.” “Your diversions always involve structural damage. Remember the ‘grandma fountain’ incident?” “That was an artistic statement. Now, the birthday boy is obsessed with dinosaurs. The big green gift with the roaring sound box? That’s our primary. The rest is collateral.” “Collateral presents? We’re stealing from kids, Molly.” “We’re *liberating* excess materialism. Think of it as public service. At 3:07 PM, the clown will attempt to make a poodle balloon. That’s his moment of deepest concentration. We move then.” “What’s the exit strategy?” “The same way we came in. Through the dragon’s mouth. I lied about it being a cliché. It’s iconic for a reason.” “You’re the worst partner I’ve ever had.” “And yet, here we are. Ninety seconds to showtime. Try to look like a parent having a crisis. Which, historically, isn’t a stretch for you.” Bill sighed. “Just get the dinosaur.”