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Molly adjusted her clown nose with trembling fingers. "The laser grid is actually just helium balloons connected to whoopee cushions. You'll trigger a squeak, not an alarm." Bill adjusted his grunting gravity boots. Molly checked her gadget-laden utility belt. Bill stared at the blueprints spread over a sticky picnic table. "So we don't need sonic dampeners?" "We need earplugs. Those whoopee cushions are vicious." Molly slapped a bag of powdered sugar on the table. "This will blind the golden retriever. Code name: Fido." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Last time you underestimated a beast, we lost a pair of tights and my dignity." Bill kicked a pebble toward the inflatable castle, where the muffled bass of 'Baby Shark' thumped through the vinyl walls. Molly poured the sugar into a custom-molded dispersal cannon, her expression grim. "Fido is napping. The party starts at four. We have ninety minutes to swap the gift pile for identical cardboard boxes filled with rocks." "They'll spot the missing tech." "Not if we replace them with slightly used calculators." Molly tapped the blueprints. "The list confirms it." Bill sighed, zipping his stealth suit. "I hate that I believe you. Where are the suitcases?" They waited for the clock to strike three. "In the bouncy castle." "Move fast, Bill. If the magician sees us, he'll put us in a box. It ruins my shoes." Across the lawn, a garden gnome seemed to wink at them, mocking their amateur hour. They had to be ghosts by curtain call. Shoes squeaked.