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Molly adjusted her party-hat disguise in the rearview mirror while Bill fidgeted with a whoopee cushion labeled “Operation: Chaos.” “This is a terrible idea,” Bill whispered, eyes locked on the bounce house through the passenger window. “What if they recognize us from the bakery heist?” “They won’t,” Molly said, cracking her knuckles like a cartoon villain. “Kids only remember cake flavors, not faces. Now pass me the glitter bomb.” Bill handed her a balloon animal shaped like a squirrel. “The *glitter bomb* is the whoopee cushion, Molly. You can’t just call a prank gadget ‘glitter bomb’ and expect me to take you seriously.” “Watch me,” Molly said, marching into the backyard where toddlers screamed under a rainbow bounce-house. “We hit the gift table, swap presents for lookalikes, and vanish before the piñatas get popped.” Bill tripped over a garden gnome. “The *lookalikes* are just old socks. What if someone opens a sock instead of a toy?” “Problem solved,” Molly said, tossing him a pair of neon fidget spinners. “Now *you* distract the clown. I’ll handle the stealthy stuff.” “I can’t distract a clown,” Bill whined. “What if he challenges me to a dance-off? I have two left feet!” “Then dance like a deflated balloon,” Molly hissed, already sneaking toward the gift table. Ten minutes later, Molly returned holding a wrapped soccer ball. “We’re out. The clown challenged *you* to a dance-off.” Bill groaned, mid-sentence as a kid handed him a whoopee cushion. “You *said* they only remember cake!” “They remember this,” Molly said, sprinting. “RUN. The piñatas are *awake*.”