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Molly crouched behind the inflatable unicorn in the corner of the bounce house, squinting at a table stacked with brightly wrapped boxes. "Bill," she whispered, tugging on his sleeve, "are you *sure* this is a good idea? We’re about to rob a party for six-year-olds." Bill adjusted his green party hat — which was definitely not undercover gear — and grinned. “It’s not *robbing*, it’s… strategic redistribution. These boxes are worth thousands in high-end toymarkets.” "They're just toys," Molly muttered. "Plush unicorns made of memory foam,” Bill countered. “And that remote-controlled dinosaur over there? It has Wi-Fi connectivity and Alexa integration. That’s pure gold.” A cheer went up from a group of kids across the room as a clown started juggling confetti. Molly cringed. “If they so much as *suspect* we’re not here to play spin the bottle, we’re history.” “Relax,” Bill said, tossing her a pair of noise-cancelling earbuds. “I got us kid-formulas. We blend right in.” “If we ‘blend right in,’ why do I have glitter in my hair?” Bill winked. “Part of the disguise.” "You’re an idiot." “And yet, here you are, still playing along.”