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Molly crouched behind a giant inflatable shark, peering through the binoculars at the brightly colored chaos of the backyard. “Okay, the target is三点钟位置. The loot is piled under the ‘Happy 5th Birthday, Timmy!’ banner. Guard rotation is non-existent, unless you count a naptime-prone golden retriever.” Bill, wedged uncomfortably inside a collapsed bouncy castle, adjusted his tiny party hat. “Extraction vehicle?” “A modified stroller with racing wheels,” Molly whispered. “You handle the diversions. I’ll do the swift, silent grab. And remember—no actual children harmed. Just… emotionally inconvenienced.” She pointed to a cluster of parents cooing over Timmy. “Look at them. Distracted by cake. Perfect.” Bill peered out. “That cake looks like a dump truck.” “Focus! On my signal, activate Operation Confetti Cannon. Then we sprint. The mission is a go.” He grinned, patting a bag of whoopee cushions. “Heists should always have more whoopee cushions.”