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Bill stared through the binoculars, frowning. "Molly, that's a bounce castle. And thirty sugar-ramped kids. Getting in quiet is impossible. Security's probably just over-caffeinated parents." Molly adjusted her black balaclava, already pulling on latex gloves. "Says you. We go in disguised as clowns. Classic misdirection. I'll be 'Fluffy the Jester', you're 'Buttons the Baffled'. Distract 'em with terrible balloon animals while I slip into the gift pile." Bill groaned, pulling on his own oversized red nose. "Terrible? My giraffe looks like a deflated whoopee cushion. And what about the birthday boy? He's got eyes like a hawk and the grip of a champion toddler." "Precisely," Molly grinned, checking her toolkit. "He'll be too busy trying to pop my giant foam hammer. Plus, it's Saturday morning. Parents are on autopilot. Present heist? Piece of cake. Now, cover me while I jimmy the back window of the bouncy castle." Bill sighed dramatically, already picturing chaos. "Just promise me if we get caught, you blame the terrible balloon animals."