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Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles, which were currently resting on a bright pink unicorn forehead. "I’m telling you, Bill, the bounce house is the tactical high ground. If we secure the bouncy perimeter, we control the entire backyard." Bill stared at the blueprints drawn in green crayon. "Molly, it’s a six-year-old’s birthday party, not the Pentagon. We don’t need a perimeter. We need a distraction so I can scoop up the Lego sets." "Lego? Think bigger, you amateur. Timmy’s grandmother is in that living room right now with an envelope full of bearer bonds, or at least a very crisp fifty-dollar bill." Molly aggressively pointed at a crayon-drawn rectangle. "We drop in through the chimney." "It’s an electric fireplace, Molly! You’ll roast your ankles and shatter the fake logs!" Bill wiped sweat from his brow, smearing face paint from his clown disguise. "My plan is foolproof. I blend in as Barnaby the Bumbling Magician. I pull a rabbit out of a hat, everyone gasps, and you roll the present table into the getaway minivan." "Your magician trick is just dropping playing cards and crying!" Molly yelled, taking a sip from a juice box. "It’s embarrassing!" "It creates emotional confusion!" Bill argued back. "Kids don't know how to react to an adult weeping over the Jack of Hearts. It creates a fifteen-second operational window!" Molly shook her head. "No. We use the smoke bombs." "Those are sparklers from last Fourth of July!" Bill groaned. "They’re taped to a leaf blower!" "Precisely. A tactical fogger," Molly corrected, snapping her tactical juice box in half. "When the juice box hits the ground, that’s your cue." "Why would a juice box be a cue?" Bill asked. "That’s just littering." "It’s aggressive!" Molly hissed. "It sets the tone!" "The tone is supposed to be 'happy birthday', not 'urban warfare'!" Bill grabbed a glittery party hat and shoved it onto his head. "Look at me. Do I look like a navy seal?" "You look like a convicted felon who took a wrong turn through a Michaels craft store," Molly said honestly. "Which is why we need speed. The piñata drops at two o'clock. That’s when the mob grows feral." "They're children, Molly!" Bill panicked. "They’re hyped on high-fructose corn syrup!" "Exactly. Sugar-crazed mini-barbarians," Molly warned. "If they catch us with the oversized Paw Patrol playset, they will tear us limb from limb." Bill checked his watch. "We have three minutes before the clown musical chairs begins." "Grab the leaf blower," Molly commanded, lowering her goggles. "It's time to take candy from some babies."