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"Alright, Bill, listen close. We hit the Johnsons' backyard bash this Saturday. Target: the present pile under the big oak tree." Molly traced a map on the sticky table with a grimy finger. "Present pile? Like, *kid* presents?" Bill leaned back, nearly tipping his chair over the edge. "Molly, that's just mean. Those kids are hyped on cake and juice." "Exactly!" Molly snapped her fingers. "Overexcited, easily distracted. Perfect cover. We need ninja suits." "Ninja suits? Isn't that a bit... obvious?" Bill scratched his head. "Maybe I go as the clown. Nobody suspects the clown." "The clown hired for entertainment?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Bill, the *actual* clown is performing. You'd be tackled before you reached the table. Stick to the plan. Dark clothes, quiet feet." "Quiet feet? But it’s a lawn! Full of little kids running around! Like landmines with sticky fingers." Bill mimed tiptoeing and tripping. "Use the flower beds. Stick close to the fence. I’ll create a diversion." Molly pulled a small, suspicious-looking jar from her bag. "What's in the jar? More than glitter, I hope." Bill peered closer. "Distraction device. Ultra-loud, ultra-annoying kazoo. Glitter bomb." She held it up. "Perfect for scattering the little terrors while we make our grab." "Glitter bomb? Molly, that stuff gets *everywhere*! It’s like glitter herpes. It never leaves." Bill shuddered dramatically. "My car, my clothes... my *soul*!" "Minor detail. Focus on the presents. Fill the duffels quickly. I'll be at the gate counting to sixty. You slip out the back fence. Remember the rendezvous point?" "The dumpsters behind the pet store. Classy." Bill sighed. "What if I get caught by a kid? They’re surprisingly strong when they want their back." "You smile, Bill. You say, 'Oops! Wrong party! Silly me!' and shuffle away fast. Non-threatening." Molly demonstrated a goofy, hands-in-air shuffle. "Non-threatening? Got it. Like a garden gnome who lost its hat." Bill nodded, looking slightly hopeful. "What about the presents? The good ones? The Lego sets? The Elsa dolls?" "We assess on the fly. Speed is key. Don't get greedy. Grab what you can carry without slowing down. Understood?" "Understood. Ninja suits, Kazoo/Glitter combo, flower beds, sixty seconds, Lego priority." Bill counted on his fingers. "Anything else? Oh! Do we need kid-sized gloves? For the... delicate handling?" Molly stared at him, long and hard. "Bill, just bring the duffels. And try not to step on any bubbles on the way out. They’re slippery." "Right. No bubbles. Got it." Bill straightened his imaginary collar. "Operation: Birthday Cake. Launching... Saturday." "Saturday. Be ready. And Bill? No clowns." Molly gathered her map and jar. "Move."