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Molly smoothed the crayon blueprint. “Target is the bouncy castle gift pile, guarded by a golden retriever in a party hat,” she whispered, tracing routes. Bill adjusted his dark nylon mask. “Heavy security? Does the dog bite or just lick wrappers?” he muttered while checking pockets. “One clown. Two sugar crashed toddlers. We strike during musical chairs. Chaos masks our approach. I already bribed the DJ with glitter.” “What about the piñata? It looks suspiciously heavy.” “Decoy. While they swing plastic bats, we vacuum the wrapping paper. You grab the LEGO sets. They rattle. I will take the talking hamsters.” “I will wear thick socks.” “Smart. Remember, avoid stepping on discarded dolls. You screamed last time and ruined the baptism job.” “That porcelain face haunted me.” “Focus. We exit through the snack table. Grab juice boxes for the van.” “What if the birthday boy spots us?” “Bribe him with the remote truck. Children are cheap.” “This feels deeply wrong, Molly.” “It is three hundred dollars of plastic junk, Bill. We are professionals. Test your whoopee cushion dampeners.” “They are completely silent and fully inflated.” “Good. Synchronize watches.” “Ready to execute the operation.” “Let us steal some joy and escape quickly.”