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Bill wiped sweat from his brow, peering through the hedge. "Molly, are you sure about this? That sounds like a sugar-fueled hurricane in there." "Positive!" Molly adjusted her black balaclava, eyes gleaming. "Think of the loot, Bill. Unwrapped toys, untouched electronics! Easy sma-" A particularly high-pitched shriek punctuated her words. "Easy pickings! We go in during the pinata. Distraction, Bill. Distraction is key." Bill groaned. "The piñata? Molly, that thing's a weapon of mass destruction. Kids swinging blindfolded? We're likely to get clobbered before we see a single wrapped box." "Risk of the trade, partner! You keep lookout. I'll snag the loot near the table. Five minutes, tops. Operation: Party Crasher is a go!" Molly gave a thumbs up, nearly knocking a plastic flamingo off the fence. Bill sighed, scanning the yard for parents. "Fine. But if I get pegged by a plastic bat, I'm blaming your terrible codenames. Operation: Smash-and-Grab sounds more accurate anyway." He crouched lower. "Move, Molly, before the birthday boy blows out the candles and the real chaos starts." "Present time, Bill! It's why we do this!" Molly whispered, already edging towards the snack table laden with colorful packages.