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Molly squinted through the binoculars at the inflatable bouncy castle, its cheerful clown face a mocking grin. She adjusted the earpiece while Bill triple-knotted his shoelaces for the ninth time. “We go in during the piñata frenzy,” she said. Bill frowned. “That’s when the kids are hyped on sugar and rage.” She nodded. “Exactly. Chaos is cover.” He pointed at a toddler holding a gift bag with both sticky fists. “What about the tiny security?” Molly sighed. “That’s Liam. He’s the birthday boy’s cousin. He cries if you look at him wrong. We avoid eye contact.” Bill produced a collection of party blowers wrapped in black tape. “Distraction devices?” he offered. “They’re just noisemakers, Bill.” “But with purpose.” She ignored him, scanning the gift table—a mountain of rainbow wrapping paper and glittery bows. “The tactical problem is the unicorn piñata. It dispenses candy at irregular intervals. We need precise timing.” Bill leaned close. “Or we could just dress as magicians and do a vanishing act.” Molly paused. “That’s… actually not the worst idea. But no capes. Capes catch on face painters.” He grinned. “No capes. Got it.”