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Molly adjusted her heavy goggles over her glittery clown nose and glared across the crayon blueprint. "Are you sure about the bouncy castle escape route?" she asked quietly. "It is foolproof," Bill replied, nervously adjusting his tiny juice box pouch. "We slide in during piñata chaos, snatch presents, and vault over the sandbox." Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. "Bill, they are five years old. We do not need smoke grenades." "Better safe than sticky!" Bill insisted, twitching. "Did you see that birthday kid? He bites!" Molly pointed her finger at the pastel map spread across their messy kitchen table. "Just focus. The real jackpot is on the table next to the pony." "Is the pony armed?" Bill whispered in terror. Molly stared at him silently. "It eats carrots, not mercenaries." "I am just assessing potential threats!" he yelled, accidentally pulling a loud party popper. Confetti showered their dark stealth suits. Molly calmly wiped glittery pink streamers off her dark face paint. "Zero hour is fourteen hundred sharp." "If you eat cake before securing targets, I leave you behind." Bill gasped dramatically. "You would not dare do that!" She grinned coldly, checking her watch. Bill swallowed hard, clutching his toy grapple gun.