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"Target is a seven-year-old’s chaotic birthday bash," Molly whispered. "We hit the main gift table at exactly two fifteen, right after the piñata scramble." "Piñata scramble? That’s a total bloodbath, Molly. Those tiny kids are absolute animals." "Exactly. Focus is strictly on the spilled candy. We grab the wrapped presents and run." "What if one of those monsters has a loaded Nerf gun?" "Then you take the foam dart like a man, Bill. Now, disguises?" "I am wearing a giant yellow chicken suit." "A giant yellow chicken suit is certainly not inconspicuous!" "It’s a toddler’s party! I’ll blend right in with the other chaotic freaks. What are you wearing?" "A clown." Bill gasped loudly. "You’re completely insane. Clowns are terrifying." "Clowns are pure psychological distraction. You waddle in, squawk a bit, I juggle some flaming chainsaws, we scoop the loot into the chicken’s egg pouch, and we exit through the bouncy castle." "The bouncy castle has a very strict weight limit, Molly." "Then bounce lightly, Bill! This is high stakes. There is a massive LEGO Death Star in that pile." "Worth the risk. Okay, I am completely ready to do this." "Excellent. Put on the beak. We go completely dark."