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Molly adjusted her tulle tutu, the elastic digging into her flesh like a villain's vice. Bill fumbled with a inflatable unicorn horn, knocking over a stack of napkins designed for a dragon's breakfast. The blueprints for the Miller residence lay spread across a picnic blanket, marked with red Xs where the helium tanks guarded the good stuff. Bill's nose twitched as he sniffed the air, catching the faint, sugary scent of frosting and impending regret. He whispered, "Do they have the limited edition ninja turtles?" Molly ignored him, sharpening a butter knife with a diamond file while balancing on one stilt leg. "We need wrapping paper and the confetti cannon for the exit strategy." Bill drooled slightly at the thought of plastic loot, his eyes reflecting the neon glow of a balloon animal snake. He reached for a juice box, but Molly slapped his hand with a party blower. Bill nodded, swallowing hard as he rehearsed his evil cackle, which sounded suspiciously like a choking goose. The glitter on Molly's mask scratched her nose. She checked her watch inside a hollow piñata. Bill's squeaky boots betrayed his excitement as he crawled toward the van, knocking over a bucket of streamers.