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Molly spread the blueprint of the suburban living room across the table. "The target is the gift pile by the cake," she whispered. Bill frowned, chewing on a toothpick. "Why are we wearing oversized clown shoes, Molly?" "For stealth, Bill! No one suspects a clown," she snapped. "We enter through the patio, bypass the juice boxes, and grab the loot." "What about the kids?" Bill asked. "They’re feral. I saw a six-year-old tackle a golden retriever earlier." Molly rolled her eyes. "That is why we have the tactical diversion." She produced a bag of glittery confetti cannons. "On my signal, you blast the toddlers. While they are blinded by the sparkles, I scoop the LEGO sets and iPads into the sack." "And if the parents catch us?" Bill worried. "We pretend to be hired entertainment," she replied. "Can you juggle?" Bill looked at his clumsy hands. "I can almost balance a plate on my nose." "Pathetic," Molly sighed. "Just hold the bag and try not to trip over your toes. We move at 14:00 hours, right before the piñata massacre begins." "Got it," Bill murmured. "I'll bring the balloons."