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Molly unfurled the blueprints across the sticky diner table, pinning the corners down with ketchup bottles and a half-eaten pancake. The layout of the Tumbleton residence sprawled before them like a treasure map, complete with hand-drawn arrows indicating the bounce house, the piñata zone, and what Molly had ominously labeled "The Goodie Bag Perimeter." Bill slurped his coffee, squinting at a red circle near the patio. Seven-year-old Timmy Tumbleton was celebrating his birthday on Saturday, and intelligence suggested an obscene haul of wrapped presents, likely including the limited-edition Mega-Dino-Blaster that had been sold out for months. The father, a hedge fund manager, was known for overcompensating through aggressive gift-giving from every guest's parents. "Clown costumes," Molly whispered, sliding a glossy rental catalog toward him. Bill's mustache twitched with offense. He hated clowns. He hated children slightly more. But he loved money, and the resale value of unopened toys on certain shadowy corners of the internet was, frankly, staggering. He tapped a meaty finger against the blueprint, specifically on the garage, where the overflow gifts would surely be stashed before the grand unveiling. Molly grinned wickedly, already mentally spending her cut on a tropical vacation.