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Molly spread the blueprints of the suburban living room across the greasy dashboard of the getaway van. She pointed a manicured finger at the strategic placement of the bounce house, which served as the primary perimeter obstacle. Bill chewed on a toothpick, staring intently at the guest list. He was concerned about the tactical deployment of the toddlers, whose chaotic movements were notoriously unpredictable. The primary targets were the piles of brightly wrapped boxes clustered precariously near the chocolate cake. Molly had calculated the exact window of opportunity to occur the moment the piñata burst and maximum distraction ensued. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, feeling the adhesive slip in the oppressive humidity. He wondered if a full clown costume would provide better camouflage among the party guests. Molly sighed, reminding him that stealth was paramount for a job of this magnitude. They had a precise three-minute window before the sugar crash hit the children and the exhausted parents regained their vigilance. Bill checked his gold watch, nodded solemnly, and tightened his grip on the burlap sack. "Are we ready for the mayhem, Bill?" Molly whispered. "I hope there are LEGOs," Bill replied. "And maybe some of those really fancy puzzles."