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The catering van smelled of synthetic cheese and bad decisions. Molly unfurled a glitter-encrusted blueprint across the crates of juice boxes, her finger tracing a corridor marked ‘Bouncy Castle’. “Alright,” Molly said, “the cake arrives at fourteen hundred hours. I’ll distract the clown. You’re on pinyata demolition.” “You distract the clown?” Bill said, recoiling. “Last time you ‘distracted’ a children’s entertainer, he required therapy and a tetanus shot.” “A sacrifice I was willing to make,” Molly said. “Focus. You’ll infiltrate via the ball pit. The haul is under the ‘Pin the Tail’ easel. Three tablets, a robotic dog, and a suspiciously heavy box labelled ‘Grandma’s Love’.” “I still say we just RSVP’d yes,” Bill said. “My casserole is legendary.” “We’re thieves, Bill, not potluck savants,” Molly said. “We arrive like wraiths, we leave like wraiths with wagonloads of loot. Now, the passphrase for the hired Cinderella is ‘The glass slipper is a safety hazard.’ She’ll hand over the master key to the gift table.” “And if a four-year-old breaks your alibi?” Bill asked. Molly snapped the blueprint shut, her eyes glinting like polished coal. “Then we weaponise the party bags. Nobody questions a sudden, tactical glitter bomb. It buys us a solid ninety seconds of weeping chaos.”