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Molly nervously adjusted her giant foam mascot head in the mirror of their getaway minivan. "Are you sure the juice boxes are tranquilized?" She checked her plastic handcuffs and patted the crayon map on her lap. "I used the extra strength lavender syrup." Beside her, Bill struggled to squeeze his hairy frame into a sparkly pink fairy costume. "What if the terrifying clown spots us?" He grunted loudly, ripping a wing. "We are not watching balloon animals, Bill. Our target is that mountain of wrapped boxes." Molly sighed deeply, loading a mighty water pistol with sticky grape juice. "Is the getaway tricycle oiled and ready?" Bill whispered nervously, loading a bubble gun and wiping his wet brow. "Obviously, it has nitrous and a rocket booster." Bill loudly shuddered and gestured very nervously toward the chaotic playground. "But Molly, the birthday boy is a biter." "We will distract him with the giant candy pinata. When they cut the cake, we grab the Lego Death Star and run." Bill nodded solemnly and saluted. "Understood. No toddler shall block our path." She dramatically slapped the dashboard, signaling their grand departure into battle. "Let us ride into sugary, sticky glory because our destiny awaits."