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Molly traced a sticky frosting smudge on the living room window, eyeing the chaos inside. "Right, Bill. Operation Pinata is go. We hit at exactly two-thirty, when the sugar crash hits and the clowns start arguing about balloon animals." Bill, wrestling with a too-small ski mask, grunted. "Clowns? Molly, clowns have eyes in the back of their heads. Plus, their shoes honk. How we gonna sneak past that?" "We won't sneak past them," Molly sighed, pulling a suction cup grappling hook from her oversized tote. "We'll go over them. Roof access is clear. Now, presents: focus. The pile under the unicorn piñata is our primary target. That's where the big-ticket items are." "Big-ticket?" Bill brightened, finally getting the mask on askew. "Like, actual money? Or, like, expensive toys?" "Toys, Bill. Expensive, easily fenced toys. Remember, we're stealing joy, not cash." Molly pointed a gloved finger. "You take the left flank, I'll take the right. We move quick, quiet, no touching the bouncy castle unless you want to end up in it." Bill puffed out his chest. "I'm stealthier than a ninja in a library. What about the birthday boy? He looks... observant." "He's four, Bill. His primary observation skills are currently focused on whether the next cupcake has sprinkles." Molly checked her watch. "Two minutes. You got your grabber?" Bill patted his utility belt, jingling various lint brushes and a half-eaten candy bar. "Got it. And my taser. Just in case a rogue Slinky attacks." "Perfect." Molly adjusted her own mask. "Remember the code: 'Happy Birthday' means we're clear, 'Uncle Bob!' means abort and run like hell." Bill nodded vigorously, the ski mask slipping further down his nose. "Uncle Bob! Got it. Loud and clear. Now, about those clowns..." "Focus on the presents, Bill!" Molly hissed, peering back through the window as a particularly shrill rendition of 'Baby Shark' began. "The clowns are a distraction. Presents are the prize. Ready?" "As I'll ever be," Bill declared, trying to straighten his mask one last time. "Let's go steal some childhood innocence. Operation Pinata, engage!" He started scrambling clumsily up the trellis towards the roof, knocking loose a cascade of glitter and dead leaves. Molly sighed, grabbed the grappling hook, and followed, muttering about the lack of professionalism in modern accomplices.