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"You're telling me a bouncy castle is our planned entry point?" Molly asked. "Best weak spot in suburbia," Bill said. "I cut the mesh, we slide underneath while forty sugar-crazed kids scream for more chocolate cake." "What about the parents?" "Dad's doing a terrible magic routine in the garage. Mom's refereeing a brutal piñata war in the crowded side yard." "And the presents?" "Forty-three gifts piled high by the back door, all completely unguarded tonight somehow." "How do we carry them all out?" "Goodie bags. We stuff them full, wave goodbye, and stroll casually to the van disguised as the dessert crew." "We're literally wearing red clown noses, Bill." "Exactly. Nobody suspects a pastry clown with a mysterious past." "I've stolen actual diamonds from real museums," Molly groaned. "And tonight you heist a Talking Toad from Target. Here." Bill handed her a sword. "If anyone asks, you're Princess Popcorn of the Sprinkle Kingdom." "This is genuinely humiliating." "It's efficient. At three o'clock sharp, we move fast." "Fine," Molly muttered, applying greasepaint. "But if any sticky six-year-old tries to pull my finger, I'm using the taser." "No witnesses," Bill agreed, squeezing his bulb horn. "Especially not sneaky short ones with cameras."