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Molly adjusted her tactical tutu, peering through binoculars at the suburban backyard. "Is the perimeter secure?" she whispered. Bill shifted his weight, clutching a bag of balloons and looking very nervous. "The bouncy castle is unguarded," he replied. "And the cake?" "Chocolate. Heavily frosted. High risk of smudge." Molly sighed, rubbing her temples with an expression of absolute, pure exhaustion. "Focus, Bill. We go in during the piñata chaos." "But they have a clown, Molly. A scary one." "Clowns are just distractions. We hit the gift table, bag the Lego sets, and vanish before the juice boxes run out." Bill looked terrified, glancing at a group of screaming four-year-olds who looked like tiny predators. "What about the toddlers? They're feral." "We'll use the bubble machine as a smokescreen," she declared, pointing to the heavy device in her gloved hand. "Genius. Truly sinister." Bill nodded slowly, though he was still chewing on a piece of stolen birthday candy. "Wait, is that a pony?" "Ignore the pony, Bill! Stick to the plan." "But it's so fluffy!" Molly groaned and shoved him toward the wooden fence with a forceful, desperate shove. "Move now, or we miss the toy sets," she hissed very loudly.