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The blueprints of Henderson Manor lay across the cracked diner table. Molly traced an oily finger along the perimeter fence, noting the poorly secured side gate. Bill adjusted his oversized fake mustache, nearly choking on lukewarm coffee while studying the supply manifest. Three hundred wrapped boxes awaited inside the ballroom, stacked like a fortress of foil. Security consisted mainly of a yapping poodle and exhausted parents sipping wine. Molly adjusted her tactical visor, checking thermal scopes for nonexistent motion sensors. Bill calibrated the magnetic grapple line, muttering about load limits and glitter glue. The operation required absolute silence, perfect timing, and zero regard for childhood joy. Molly packed insulated duffel bags while Bill tested smoke pellets. She ensured they would clear the room without triggering alarms. The heavy wall clock ticked toward midnight, when the ceremony would begin. Molly tightened her harness, ready to swing across the manicured lawn. Bill carefully loaded specialized tranquilizers for large dogs. The cold pale moonlight illuminated their ridiculous equipment and shared grim determination. They prepared to breach the perfectly manicured suburban paradise. They waited. "Secure the rope ladder first," Molly said. "I will disable the cameras," Bill replied. "Grab the glitter bows," she added.