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Bill tapped the schematics spread across the wobbly card table. "Right, the presents are over there, near the bouncy castle. Simple grab and dash." Molly peered through the window at the chaos. "Simple? Bill, look at it! There are fifteen sugar-crazed maniacs armed with plastic swords and questionable cake icing! They'll swarm us like locusts!" "We go in quiet," Bill insisted, adjusting his oversized sunglasses. "Stealth mode. Like ninjas." "Bill, you're wearing a neon green tracksuit. You stick out like a glitter-covered unicorn at a penguin convention." "Hey, it's comfortable! We'll just... slide in, grab the loot, slide out. Easy." "Easy? The last thing we 'grabbed' was Mrs. Higgins's prize-winning marrow and we ended up in her prize-winning rose bushes! We need a better plan." Bill frowned. "Fine. How about we dress as the clowns? They're already there, causing a diversion. We just... join them? Blend in?" Molly stared. "Bill, the clowns are currently sword-fighting with inflatable dinosaurs. We are *not* joining that."