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The blueprint was spread under a single, flickering lightbulb. Molly tapped a room marked ‘Ball Pit’. “Alright, Bill. The presents are stacked here, behind the inflatable unicorn. You distract the clown.” Bill scratched his head. “Distract him how? With witty banter?” “With the emergency rubber chicken. Classic misdirection.” She circled a side door. “While he’s baffled, I’ll swap the presents for decoy boxes of broccoli.” Bill peered closer. “You think Mrs. Henderson will notice her kid’s new bike is now… vitamin-rich greens?” “By the time she does, we’re sipping juice boxes three towns over,” Molly said. “The piñata is your exit point. Once it’s smashed, it’s chaos. Go.” “What about the cake?” Bill asked, eyes wide. Molly sighed. “Bill. We’re professionals. We don’t steal the cake.” “Just the presents?” “Just the presents. The cake is… sacred.” The doorbell chimed. The clown had arrived.