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Molly adjusted her tactical glitter headband. "The target is the bouncy castle, Bill. High elevation, low security." "A bouncy castle?" Bill whispered, checking his suction-cup boots. "That is professionally insulting." "Focus! The clown is the lookout. He’s a loose cannon with a red nose and a balloon animal obsession." "What if he sees us?" Bill asked, sweating under his neon party hat. "Then we deploy the distraction. The sugar-crash maneuver." "You mean throwing candy?" "Precisely. A handful of sour worms and we vanish into the ball pit." "The ball pit is a death trap," Bill muttered. "I always get stuck in the primary colors." "Not if you swim like a shark. Now, check the perimeter. Is the cake unguarded?" "The chocolate fudge layer is currently unattended," Bill reported, peering through binoculars made of toilet paper rolls. "Perfect. We grab the gift bags, bypass the juice box station, and exit through the sandbox." "And if the birthday boy catches us?" "Tell him we’re the entertainment. Now, move out!" "I hate children's parties," Bill sighed, stepping into the bright sunlight. "Less complaining, more larceny!" Molly hissed.