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Molly adjusted her tactical goggles, which were currently obscuring her vision of the bouncy castle. She tapped a blueprint of the suburban backyard, pointing a gloved finger at the pile of brightly wrapped boxes near the sandbox. The target was massive, a mountain of glitter-covered cardboard and high-end electronics. Bill squinted at the perimeter, his stomach growling loudly enough to rival a security alarm. He was currently wearing a poorly fitted dinosaur onesie to blend in with the guest list. The sheer amount of sugar in the air felt like a physical barrier to their progress. “Is that a remote-controlled drone in the blue box?” Bill whispered, his eyes widening with greed. “Focus, Bill,” Molly hissed, checking her watch. “We hit the gift pile during the cake cutting. That’s when the chaos peaks.” “What if we get distracted by the juice boxes?” he asked nervously. Molly rolled her eyes and tightened her utility belt, which was currently loaded with extra napkins and a small crowbar. The mission required surgical precision, not snack breaks. They crouched behind a giant inflatable flamingo, waiting for the first birthday song to signal their strike.