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“Okay, the layout is simple. Living room for the main event, kitchen for overflow. The presents are piling up under the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner. It’s a fortress of wrapping paper.” “A fortress Bill, we’re thieves, not barbarians. We need finesse. And probably oven mitts.” “Oven mitts? Molly, we’re not baking a cake, we’re liberating a Lego Death Star. You wear oven mitts you might as well wear a sign that says ‘I AM HERE FOR THE PRESENTS.’” “It’s not about the mitts, it’s about the *dexterity*. The wrapping paper is thin, Bill. One wrong move with a bare hand and you’ve got a paper cut that bleeds for like an hour. Ruins the getaway car’s interior.” “Fine, oven mitts. But we’re not taking them. We’re borrowing them. We wear them in, we wear them out. They stay with the hostess. A little housewarming gift.” “See? Finesse. Now, the real problem is the kids. The target is a six-year-old named Timmy. Judging by the guest list, there will be approximately fifty Timmy-sized landmines running around with sticky hands and projectile cake.” “We go during the Musical Chairs. It’s the perfect diversion. The shrieking, the crying, the general cacophony. We’ll be invisible.” “Invisible? Bill, we’re two adults in black bodysuits trying to stuff a giant toy box into a tote bag. We’re going to stand out like a clown at a bank robbery.” “It’s the *spirit* of the plan that matters. We’ll be the ‘Surprise Entertainment’. I’ll do a little jig, you’ll juggle some napkins, and when everyone is distracted, we make our move for the banner.” “And what if one of those ‘sticky-handed landmines’ sees us?” “They won’t. Their attention spans are shorter than a gnat’s. One shiny thing, they’re gone. Or, we could create a diversion. Remember that glitter bomb I’ve been saving?” “Bill, we are not setting off a glitter bomb in a suburban home. We’re trying to be silent, not sparkly. The cleanup would take weeks, they’d find every single fleck. It’s forensic glitter.” “Just a thought. So the plan is: wait for Musical Chairs, move in during the chaos, use oven mitts for precision, and out before the piñata. Got it?” “I think so. And Bill?” “Yeah?” “If you get caught, you’re the ‘Uncle I Wasn’t Sure Was Coming’. I’m just the weird aunt who brought the weird dip.”