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Molly traced the route on the crumpled napkin, her finger smudging a smear of icing. "Okay, listen up, Bill. The fortress is the Johnsons' living room. Perimeter? Granny Ruth’s rocking chair by the window. She sees everything, especially shiny things. Your job: create a diversion. Something loud, preferably involving glitter." Bill scratched his head, dislodging a crumb. "Glitter? Why not the piñata? It's full of candy. Seems like a bonus." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Because the piñata *is* the party, Bill. We steal presents, not the party itself. And Granny Ruth’s rocking chair is the primary surveillance node. We need her eyes elsewhere. Your glitter bomb needs to be timed perfectly when the birthday boy blows out the candles. Maximum distraction potential." Bill shifted, the van seat creaking ominously. "Right, candles. Got it. So, I toss the glitter bomb... where? Near the cake? Might ruin the frosting." "Near the cake, *behind* the cake stand, strategically placed so the glitter cloud engulfs the piñata and Granny Ruth simultaneously," Molly snapped. "While she’s blinking candy-colored dust out of her cataracts, we slip in. You grab the piñata, I grab the pile of gifts." "Grab the piñata?" Bill frowned. "But that's stealing the fun! What about the kids?" Molly fixed him with a stare. "Bill, we are stealing all the presents. The *entire* pile. Including the one shaped like a unicorn. We are *thieves*. The piñata is just a necessary, albeit slightly adorable, casualty. Focus." Bill sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. But what if the glitter doesn't work? What if Granny Ruth spots us? She has eyes like a hawk. Or a very suspicious squirrel." Molly opened a small toolbox revealing a suspiciously large rubber duck. "This is Plan B. The Duck of Doom. It’s got a recorded sound effect – a duck quacking the theme from Jaws. We deploy it near the fish tank. Confusion and terror. While she’s trying to figure out why the goldfish is plotting, we move." Bill eyed the duck warily. "That thing looks expensive. Where’d you get it?" "Stole it. From a bath bomb store. It’s the perfect decoy. Loud, absurd, terrifyingly cheerful." Molly snapped the box shut. "Now, are you with me on the glitter bomb or do we need to discuss the Duck of Doom’s deployment strategy instead?" Bill leaned back, pulling a slightly singed bag of confetti from his jacket. "Glitter it is. I even brought some extra sparkles. For dramatic effect. So, you grab the presents, I grab the piñata... and the Duck of Doom stays hidden?" "Absolutely. The Duck is our last resort. We want confusion, not mass panic requiring duck-shaped medical intervention." Molly checked her watch. "Showtime in ten. Remember: silent entry, glitter explosion, piñata procurement, present acquisition. And for God's sake, Bill, don’t trip over the bouncy castle."