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Molly crouched behind a stack of deflated bounce houses, adjusting her neon tiara. "Bill," she whispered, "the cupcakes are laced with glitter. *Glitter.*" Bill peered over the edge of a helium tank. "So we just avoid the cupcakes, right? And the cake? And the glitter?" "Bill," Molly said, gripping his collar, "this isn’t a *normal* party! They’ve got motion sensors on the piñatas. And a kid named ‘Detective’ who carries a magnifying glass." Bill adjusted his trench coat. "No worries. I’ve got a plan. You see, the presents are stacked in a gift tower—30 feet high, laser-guarded by rainbow-colored strings. But the lasers are powered by the clown’s walkie-talkie. So we just fake a balloon animal emergency. He’ll sprint to the main stage, radio, *boom.*" Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you the expert on clown logistics?" "I once robbed a circus," Bill said, straight-faced. "Didn’t get caught. But I didn’t count on the *camel* with a Sudoku addiction." "Focus," Molly snapped, gesturing to the bounce houses. "The guests are 60% cupcakes, 40% hyperactive. We need stealth. Sneak in during ‘Pass the Hashimoto’s Disease Song’ or whatever they’re playing." Bill pulled out a gadget resembling a glitter cannon. "What if we use my ‘Confetti Decoy 3000’? Fires cinnamon rolls filled with smoke powder!" "*Smoke* powder?" Molly hissed. "We’re in a room with a *sprinkler system*! One spark and we’ll drown in vanilla-scented water!" "Okay, fine," Bill muttered. "What’s *your* idea?" Molly tapped her temple. "The DJ’s playlist. I’ll pose as a ‘Birthday Fairy’ and swap the gift tower’s base with my cake-dispensing briefcase. The lasers’ll short-circuit. You’ll gather the loot while the kids sing ‘Happy Birthday’ at me." Bill saluted. "Brilliant. I’ll be the ‘Ballooner of Secrets’ and hide in the—uh—that giant cupcake floatie." "Floatie?" "Relax! The escape tunnels are lined with balloon animals. They’re *quiet*." Molly sighed. "Just don’t get hit by the piñata lasers. And for God’s sake, stop eating party favor candy before we go. Your plan to ‘blend in’ ended with you in a glitter bomb." Bill popped a gummy worm in his mouth. "What’s the code phrase to trigger the decoy?" "‘Surprise!’" Molly said, rolling her eyes. "It’s a **children’s** party, Bill. We’re stealing *fuzzy dice* and *overpriced* socks." "Then I call dibs on the socks," Bill said, already preening. Molly’s eye twitched. "Let’s just hope the ‘world’s toughest 8-year-old’ isn’t your future boss."