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“The cake is an inflatable,” Molly said, tapping the blueprint with a sparkly marker. “Twelve feet of air-filled icing. It’s our way in.” Bill squinted. “You want me to hide inside a bouncy castle’s diabetic cousin?” “You’ll wear a party hat and a smile. The giggling will mask your grunting.” “My grunting has been professionally silenced,” Bill said, offended. “But Ihr heavy lifting, where’s your slice of the humiliation?” Molly smirked. “I’m the emergency clown. Honking a nose is my cover for casing the gift table. When the piñata bursts, I deploy a glitter-based smoke screen.” “You’d weaponise arts and crafts?” “It’s non-toxic and biodegradable chaos, Bill. A tactical rainbow.” Bill sighed, eyeing a sketch of a juice-box-shaped safe-cracker. “And the bouncy castle is just a decoy? Its primary function is bounce.” “Precisely. The children will be experiencing vertical joy while we horizontally redistribute their presents into a sack marked ‘Clown College Tuition.’ The birthday boy is turning five, his security is lax, his motor skills are still developing. We’re not stealing, we’re correcting a gift surplus.” “A surplus that’s contained in a sack.” “A *festive* sack, Bill. We’re monsters with a theme. Now, can you fit inside the cake or do I need to butter you up?”