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Molly pointed at the blueprint of the suburban living room, her expression grim. She traced a strategic line from the dog door to the mahogany gift pile. "The target is the center table. We're looking at a high concentration of LEGOs and latest-model iPads," she whispered. "Why on earth do we need a complex diversion? It is just a bunch of noisy seven-year-olds." "Kids are chaotic agents of destruction, Bill! One sticky-fingered toddler and the whole operation is blown." Bill sighed, adjusting his oversized disguise—a giant plush penguin suit that smelled faintly of mothballs and old laundry. He looked ridiculous, yet he felt confident. "I've got the distraction covered. I'll simply pretend to be the hired entertainment." "You can't dance, Bill. You have the grace of a falling wardrobe." "I can wiggle well." Molly groaned and checked her watch. The party started in ten minutes. She handed him a bag of high-grade glitter bombs for the tactical retreat. "Just wiggle toward the presents and keep the screaming to a minimum." "Got it. Operation Birthday Bash is officially a go." She adjusted her headset, staring intensely at the suburban driveway, waiting for the first guest to arrive with a balloon.