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Molly pointed at the crudely drawn map. "Alright, Bill, here's the target: the gift table. Guarded by toddlers but protected by their parents' ever-watchful eyes." Bill leaned close. "So what's the play? We blend in? I can put on a onesie." "Too conspicuous. We create a diversion. I'll be the magician. I'll make the cake disappear." "Then they'll just cut the second cake. Kids always have a backup cake." Molly sighed. "Fine, then the piñata. We rig it so when it breaks, we grab the presents in the confusion." Bill grimaced. "But what about the big kids? They're sneaky and fast." "Leave them to me. I'll bribe them with extra goody bags. Now, timing is crucial. At my signal—when I shout 'Happy Birthday!'—you move." "Got it. What's the getaway vehicle?" Molly beamed. "A tricycle disguised as a fire truck. No one will look twice." "And if we're cornered?" "We claim we're the entertainment and start juggling." "Juggling? You can't juggle." "I've been practicing with napkins." Bill groaned. "This'll be a disaster." Molly added, "Trust me, it's foolproof. Now let's go over the plan once more. Operation Gift Grab begins at noon." "What could possibly go wrong?" "With you? Everything."