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Molly squinted at the crudely drawn map on the napkin, a smear of ketchup marking the bouncy castle. She adjusted her oversized party hat. “The loot’s piled by the piñata, shaped like a cartoon dinosaur that’s seen things. I’ve sourced elf costumes with reinforced candy pockets. You bring the clown nose.” Bill shuddered, his massive frame crammed into a tiny plastic chair. “Noses trap moisture, Moll. My nose gets damp, I panic, I confetti the joint prematurely. What about the distraction?” “I’m hiring an off-duty magician’s rabbit. Vicious thing, hates the birthday song.” Bill tapped his chin, leaving a sticky fingerprint. “The cake’ll be a diorama of despair. I can’t eat chocolate by volume; it mutes my ninja instincts. Can we do a smash-and-grab instead? I roar, you scoop.” “Absolutely not. This is a precision joy heist, Bill. We vanish into the chaos of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. You operate on a strict giggle-only basis.” Bill sighed, a wistful, hungry sound. “Giggling it is. But I’m palming a cupcake. The one with the tiny fire truck on top. It’s non-negotiable.” He stood up, his elf hat jingling defiantly with a hidden lockpick.