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Molly adjusted her neon pink party hat, crouching behind inflatable bouncy castles. Bill chewed a lollipop, sketching the toddler fortress perimeter. Air smelled of strawberry frosting and parental exhaustion. A disco ball blinded a balloon animal shaped like a muscular giraffe. Bill eyed the gift table where wrapped loot sat beneath an animatronic clown wheezing smoke rings. Molly inspected her whoopee cushion grappling hook. Target secure, loot abundant, noise deafening. Molly grinned. "We go when the cake drops," Bill whispered. Molly nodded, checking the pressure gauge on her glitter bomb while dodging a rogue toddler wielding a foam sword. "Make it quick," she replied. She primed the device, her fingers trembling slightly against the sticky residue of a spilled juice box as a piñata swayed dangerously above their heads. "Don't trip on the bouncy castle," Bill added. The clown belched a stream of confetti that coated Bill's glasses in instant rainbow static. "Steal the red ones," he shouted. Now or never, Molly thought, as Bill kicked over a tower of plastic cups and a rubber chicken squawked in alarm. "Grab," she commanded. They lunged forward while the children screamed in delighted terror, their tiny hands reaching for the glitter bombs.