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Molly peered through binoculars at the backyard chaos. Balloons, streamers, and shrieking children. "The 'Operation: Present Avalanche' target is in sight," she murmured. "A bouncy castle to the northwest, a cake table to the east." Bill, peering over her shoulder, nodded sagely. "And the loot. Look at the pile. Wrapped boxes of untold joy." "We go in at the peak of the pinata scramble," Molly said. "You create a diversion. Spill the juice box reservoir." "Brilliant. Chaos is our friend," Bill agreed. "Then you slip in, unmarked gifts only, into the oversized clown bag." "Right. And what's your primary task?" Molly asked. "Create a second diversion," Bill said, cracking his knuckles. "I'm going to operate the bouncy castle. Maximum turbulence." "That's... not the plan, Bill." "Plans are fluid, Molls. Once I launch three toddlers into a gentle, controlled orbit, no one's watching the gift table." Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just... don't pop it. And for heaven's sake, if you hear 'Happy Birthday,' we abort. That's the signal for parental regrouping." "Copy that," he said. "Happy Birthday means defcon one. We ghost." "Exactly. Now, synchronize watches." "Right," Bill said, squinting at his wrist. "How do we synchronize if mine's always five minutes fast?" "We set everything to your watch. So we're five minutes early." "Proactive. I like it." The party horn echoed. "That's the third horn blast. Go time," Molly whispered. "You got it," Bill said, cracking his neck. "I'll cause a sensation." "Just cause a distraction, Bill. A. Distraction." "Semantics," he said, already jogging towards the castle. "Let's grab and go!" Molly watched him bounce towards the inflatable fortress, already sidestepping a toddler on a sugar high. "He's going to launch a child, isn't he?" She sighed, adjusted her clown-bag, and headed for the wrapping-paper battlefield.