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"Is that a clown nose in your pocket, Bill?" Molly whispered, glaring at him through the binoculars. "It is tactical camouflage," Bill hissed back. "No one suspects the entertainer." "We are here for the loot, not to juggle for toddlers," she snapped. "The target is the mountain of wrapped boxes by the bouncy castle. Clear?" "Crystal. But the perimeter is guarded by a very aggressive golden retriever." "Can you bypass a dog?" "I can distract him with a piece of premium jerky." "Focus! What about the parents? They’re hovering like vultures over the snack table." "I’ll blend in. I’ll pretend to be an eccentric uncle who loves finger foods and bad puns." "And the getaway?" "The van is idling behind the sandbox. We grab the ribbons, avoid the glitter bombs, and vanish before the cake is cut." "And if a kid asks for a balloon animal?" "I will tell them my artistic integrity won't allow it." "God, you're terrible at this." "I am a professional, Molly. Now, pass me the face paint. The polka dots are essential for my infiltration."