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Molly spread out the blueprints across the table like a four-star general planning D-Day, except the target was a children's bounce house and the defenses were a dozen sugared-up six-year-olds fueled by nothing but juice boxes and pure chaos. Bill studied the layout with narrowed eyes, his mustache twitching as he processed every single detail of the intelligence they'd spent weeks carefully gathering. The clown patrolled menacingly near the piñata with an unsettling alertness. "He's the wildcard," Molly whispered. Bill nodded gravely. "We go during cake time. Every phone will be out." He would pose as a hired magician while Molly snuck in through the back door dressed as a concerned parent carrying a casserole. Once inside during the singing, they'd systematically relocate every wrapped box and gift bag into waiting duffel bags. The target haul included seventeen toys, a scooter still in its box, and what their sources confirmed was a real working robot that played chess. "The kids will cry," Bill said quietly. Molly handed him earplugs without a word. "For the screaming." They synchronized watches, practiced concerned-parent expressions in the mirror, and agreed nothing could possibly go wrong.