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Molly flattened herself against the inflatable castle wall, her black turtleneck straining. Inside, the thump of a pop song and shrieks of joy were punctuated by the hiss of a soda machine. Bill, disguised as a overly cheerful clown, checked his watch. His rainbow wig tilted with the breeze. “The piñata’s the diversion,” Molly whispered, peering through a gap. “You’ll burst in at 3:07. That’s when the sugar rush peaks. I’ll have the gift table clear in ninety seconds.” Bill adjusted his foam nose. “Understood. Target acquisition: primary present pile. Extraction via the back bouncy slide?” “Affirmative,” Molly said, her eyes gleaming. “Remember, minimal casualties. We’re thieves, not monsters. Just… very unpopular guests.” She slid a miniature lockpick from her sleeve. “Operation Sugar Rush is a go.”