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Molly hissed, adjusting her ghillie suit woven from stolen gift ribbons while a stray helium balloon bumped against her shoulder. "Bill, focus. The security guard is a mom with a clipboard and terrifying judgment. Zip piñata. Cry if dropped." Bill nodded vigorously, checking his loot bag which was clearly a repurposed piñata filled with zip-ties and sheer greed. "I've got the distraction ready. The inflatable unicorn arrives at 4:02." Molly whispered urgently, frantically peering through a bubble wrap periscope made of duct tape and desperation. "Perfect timing. Kids mesmerized by the bouncing polyurethane disaster, we sprint for the tree." Bill asked nervously, frantically wiping sticky sweat and sprinkles from his forehead as the intoxicating scent of sugar rushed through the vent. "And the exit strategy?" Molly replied with a sharp aggressive motion, pointing a gloved finger toward the snack table where the real shimmering gold lay hidden beneath stacked paper plates. "Simple. We blend in. Nobody suspects the guy in the 'World's Best Uncle' mask to be looting a mountain of Play-Doh dinosaurs." "What if the birthday boy cries?" "Then you feed him a cupcake and keep moving. Forty minutes left before nap time ruins everything." "Let's roll. Leave the good wrapping paper."