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Molly carefully adjusted her ridiculous plastic goggles, which were entirely unnecessary at three in the afternoon, but they made her feel like an elite professional. She spread the architectural blueprints of the backyard onto the hood of their dented getaway sedan. The primary objective was a shimmering pile of wrapped boxes sitting dangerously close to a clown of questionable sobriety. "The target is six years old today," Molly whispered. Bill nodded, his face smeared with dark chocolate face paint that was actually just crushed cookies from their long stakeout lunch. He checked his utility belt, ensuring his primary weapon, a pressurized can of silly string, was primed and ready. "I will disable the bouncy castle," Bill replied. He gestured toward the vinyl fortress of doom that dominated the lawn. It was a tactical nightmare, teeming with heavily caffeinated operatives dressed in superhero costumes. Molly squinted at her map, pointing a manicured nail at the zone labeled the giant sandbox. "Watch out for juice," she warned. Bill saluted, his eyes reflecting the irresistible gleam of the shiny wrapping paper and curly ribbon. "Understood, boss," he said. She aggressively checked her silver watch, inhaling the greasy scent of hot pepperoni pizza. "Go."