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Molly adjusted her binoculars, a fine pink dust coating the lenses from the park’s playground. “Ten bouncy castles, three clowns, and a piñata shaped like a policeman.” She ticked them off on her gloved fingers. “The presents are stacked under the pavilion’s main table. Guarded only by an army of hyperactive five-year-olds.” Bill peered over her shoulder, his breath fogging the cold evening air. “Their security is formidable. I saw a kid with a balloon sword execute a flawless lunge.” He unwrapped a candy bar with surgical precision. “The face painters are our main threat. They have a clear sightline from the lemonade stand.” Molly lowered the binoculars. “We go in during the ‘Musical Statues’ crescendo. Maximum chaos. You create a diversion with the bubble machine. I’ll be the clown distributing the ‘special’ party favors.” She patted a box of intricately wrapped, gift-shaped smoke bombs. “What’s our exit strategy?” Bill asked, chewing thoughtfully. “The petting zoo,” she grinned. “Nothing says ‘innocent bystander’ like carrying a confused goat.”