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Molly adjusted her tactical tutu while Bill checked the laser pointer on the carpet. "Remember," Molly said, "the target is the wrapped chaos under the plastic tree." Bill nodded. "Right. The presents. All of them. Every single balloon animal and plastic spoon." "We move at three. When the piñata drops, we sweep the gift pile." "What if a kid wakes up?" "We distract them with aggressively high-fived balloons and an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday." "And the escape?" "Down the slide. Into the laundry basket. Classic." "What about the security camera by the punch bowl?" "I will redirect it using a mirrored hubcap and a strategically thrown cookie." "Brilliant. Do we have the wheelbarrows?" "Packed with zip ties, velvet sacks, and emergency glitter." "I love how thorough you are." "I prefer professional. Now quiet. I hear bubble machines." "Time to ride. Let us steal some childhood joy." "Wait," Bill added. "Did we pack the noise-canceling headphones?" "Obviously. For the squeaky toys and the parent with the megaphone." "Perfect. Let us roll." "Make sure the grab-bags are lined." "Already double-confirmed. We take only the shiny stuff." "We secure the toys before the cake gets cut. Let us exit through the window."