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Molly glared at the department store map spread across their table, muttering, “This kids' birthday party’s got more guards than Fort Knox, Bill. How exactly are we sneaking into their clown-filled fortress?” Bill smirked over his coffee and replied, “Easy, Molls. I’ve got the unicorn baker’s code for the back door. We’ll slip in while they’re singing that cursed song, grab every shiny box, and be gone before the cake’s cut.” She chuckled and jabbed at the layout. “And then what? Lug fifty pounds of Lego through the front gate while toddlers throw punches?” He shrugged, folding the map smaller. “Nah, we use the party’s own bouncy castle. It’s on wheels tomorrow. We stuff the loot in the springy thing, roll it to the van, and nobody questions a giant bouncing gift walker.” Molly leaned closer with a grin. “You’re insane, Bill. But if this works, we’ll retire richer than Santa.”