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Molly adjusted the oversized velvet bowtie that chafed against her neck, itching with the nervous energy of an undercover clown. Beside her, Bill wrestled with a bag of confetti that had already begun to leak, dusting his tactical turtleneck in festive glitter. They crouched behind a sprawling hydrangeas bush, peering through the living room window of the suburban fortress. Inside, a bouncy castle inflated like a giant, neon lung, threatening to consume the living room floor. Dozens of toddlers swarmed the centerpiece mountain of brightly wrapped boxes, their high-pitched squeals sounding like a gathering of caffeinated hyenas. Their mother, a woman who strictly enforced screen time, stood guard with a smartphone held like a shield. Molly checked her watch, the ticking heart of their operation. They had exactly three minutes before the cake reveal shifted the crowd toward the kitchen. Bill checked his lockpicks, his fingers moving with frantic, clumsy precision. Let us grab the haul and vanish, he whispered. Molly nodded, inhaling a deep breath of sterilized birthday air and bubble gum scent. We hit the presents hard, stay low, and never lock eyes with the toddler in the dragon onesie. They prepared to storm the bouncy castle.