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Molly unfolded the blueprint of the living room with surgical precision, tracing the narrow route to the gift table. "We hit the table at 14:00 hours," she whispered with a focused gaze. Bill frowned, chewing on a toothpick and looking deeply skeptical. "Why so early?" "The cake is a distraction, Bill! While the kids scream over frosting, we swoop in." Bill glanced at the front yard, where a suspicious man in a rainbow wig stood menacingly. "I don't like the clown. He looks shifty." "Ignore him. The Millennium Falcon is priority one." Bill struggled with his disguise, a giant, oversized teddy bear suit that smelled strongly of old mothballs and failure. "I can't breathe in this thing, Molly." "Suffering is part of the craft. Now, what’s the signal?" "A loud sneeze?" "No! We agreed on a whistle." "I'm just a bear!" Molly sighed, rubbing her temples in utter frustration as she stared at her partner. "Fine. Sneeze twice for 'clear,' once for 'too many toddlers.'" "What if I just sneeze normally?" "Then we're both going to juvenile hall." Bill adjusted his fuzzy head, nearly knocking over a lamp. "Fair point. Do we get cake?" "Focus, Bill! We are professionals. Now." "I love red velvet," Bill insisted with a goofy grin. Molly glared. "Just get in the suit."