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Molly adjusted her neon tutu, checking the tension on her grappling hook made of twisted licorice. "Bill, focus. The piñata is our distraction. When it breaks, the parents panic. We grab everything." Bill peered through juice-box binoculars. "What are we grabbing? The loot looks heavy." Molly's grip tightened on the licorice hook as a scream erupted from the yard. A toddler toppled a pile of blocks, signaling the start. Bill checked his bubble wand, his eyes darting toward the clown. The screech of tearing cardboard filled the air as the piñata finally surrendered its sugary secrets. "Lego sets, consoles, and the unicorn slide. All of it. I'm the chaotic auntie with zero boundaries." Bill shivered, tightening the straps of his reusable straw fanny pack. "You got banned from yoga for laughing. That persona is dangerous." "Authenticity is key. I oiled the ball pit mesh for the exit. When the cake comes out, we move." Bill gripped his laser pointer. "And the face painter? Remember to grab the dog in the tutu too." Molly smirked, eyeing the backyard like a shark scenting blood. "You handle the painter. I'll take balloons. If I don't return, tell my cat about the tuna too." Bill nodded, swallowing hard nervously outside.