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Molly unfolded the blueprints of the suburban living room with the intensity of a general invading a small nation. She pointed a jagged fingernail toward the designated drop zone, which was currently occupied by a bouncy castle and three toddlers in dinosaur costumes. Bill leaned in, smelling faintly of old ham and desperation. He adjusted his oversized sunglasses, despite being indoors, and checked the tension on his grappling hook. The target was a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes piled precariously near the cake table. Molly meticulously calculated the trajectory of the confetti cannons to ensure their getaway path remained clear of glitter. She envisioned the chaos of a sugar-fueled riot as the perfect diversion for their tactical extraction of the Lego sets and remote-controlled cars. Bill tapped his chin, pondering the structural integrity of the gift table. He worried about the possibility of a sudden nap-time ceasefire. Molly glared at him, her eyes narrowing as she gripped a stopwatch. She believed the window of opportunity existed only during the chaotic singing of Happy Birthday. "Check the balloons," Molly whispered. "They are red," Bill replied.