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"Piñata filled with laxatives? Genius, Molly," Bill whispered, adjusting his oversized novelty glasses. "How do we crack it open without sugar dust raining down?" Molly scanned the noisy backyard. "Surgical precision, Bill. While the kids are distracted by the magician, we'll deploy the sticky mittens. Remember, no touching the actual cake. That’s a felony." Bill groaned. "A felony over cake? Society’s priorities are warped. And the presents? We shimming past a bouncy castle?" "Exactly! It’s a fortress of joy, Bill. We’re infiltrating a fortress of joy!" Molly beamed, patting her toolkit shaped like a giant crayon. "The real challenge is resisting the urge to eat the frosting. It’s a trap, I tell you." Bill eyed a particularly wobbly piñata. "What if we just… ‘accidentally’ knock it into the punch bowl? Chaotic, but effective." "Too messy. Stick to the plan, Bill. Sticky mittens, quick hands, silent retreat. Operation Pinched Parcel is a go!" Molly adjusted her glittery disguise. "Move like a ninja, Bill. A slightly clumsy, slightly sugar-hyped ninja." Bill sighed, already reaching for a sticky mitten. "Just… try not to trip over the fairy wings."