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The community centre’s cinderblock walls practically sweated with the muffled thump of a pop song about a baby shark. Molly unfolded a crudely drawn blueprint of the party room next to a half-eaten tray of supermarket sushi they’d used as a stakeout cover. Bill, wearing a borrowed blazer with sleeves an inch too short, sucked soy sauce off his thumb and squinted. "Security is an octogenarian clown named Sparkles and a bouncy castle," he murmured. "We’ll need a distraction." Molly tapped a finger on the gift table, a glittering mountain of shrink-wrapped plastic and primary-coloured ribbons. "I’ll engage Sparkles in a deeply philosophical conversation about balloon animals," she whispered back. "You breach the present perimeter." Bill shook his head, a grim expression on his face. "Negative. The clown posed an unexpected psychological threat at the door. He offered to make me a poodle and I experienced a primal fear." Molly sighed, rolling up the blueprint. "Fine. We use the ultimate diversion." She produced a single, industrial-grade party popper from her jacket, its promise of chaos glinting in the fluorescent light. "You pop this near the sugar cookie table," she explained, "and in the ensuing toddler riot, I’ll wade in, a ghost through the anarchy, and liberate the gifts." Bill looked at the humble explosive with newfound respect. "How do we exfil?" he asked.