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Molly whispered, "Is the infiltration team in position behind the bouncy castle?" "Affirmative," Bill muttered into his ridiculously oversized walkie-talkie. "The ninja turtles are currently eating juice boxes." "Good. Remember, we need absolute silence during the pinata extraction." "Silence? Molly, six-year-olds scream at frequencies that shatter bulletproof glass." "Just neutralize the clown." "How do I neutralize a man making balloon dachshunds?" "With extreme prejudice and this squeaky hammer." "That seems excessive." "It is a high-security toddler zone, Bill. The stakes are immense. If we fail, we are raiding the retirement home bingo night again." "Fine. What is the diversion?" "You, wearing the spare unicorn head and doing the macarena near the juice fountain." "I refuse." "You agreed to the cut, Bill. Eighty-twenty." "Seventy-thirty." "Seventy-twenty and we keep the juice boxes." "Deal. But if a toddler bites my ankle, you are buying the tetanus shots." "Only if we survive the glitter trap." "The what?" "They trapped the gift table. Industrial-grade sparkle, Bill. Unescapable." "God help us." "Quiet, they are singing the birthday song. Move."