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"Okay, so the plan is: we walk in like we belong there," Molly whispered, pacing around the kitchen table where she'd sketched out her scheme in colored Sharpie. Bill leaned back against the fridge. "You're proposing we go as what? Parents?” Molly pointed at him with a marker like it was a sword. “No, genius. We’re going as party crashers pretending to be parents.” “Parents who show up late, suspiciously clean, and have a nervous energy that screams ‘criminals in disguise.’” “It’s subtle,” she said. Bill scoffed. “Subtle as a brick through a balloon wall. You know what they’ll do? They’ll hand us snacks, invite us to blow things up, and then—bam—we’re stuck juggling pinwheels until naptime.” Molly smirked. “Exactly. Distracted, happy, defenseless. We swoop in during the loot distribution, toss the presents into duffel bags filled with cotton candy.” “Cotton candy?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “That’s your anti-motion sensor strategy?” “We’re not stealing diamonds, Bill. This is a bounce house full of toys and glitter. One wrong move and we all end up in preschool detention.” Bill sighed. “Let me guess. You've already got fake nametags?” “‘Hi, I'm Mommie Dearest’ and ‘Daddy Long Legs.’ It's all about the branding.” He groaned. “This is going to end up on YouTube.”