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Molly adjusted her black balaclava, scowling through the eyeholes. "I still say the bouncy castle is our biggest tactical threat." Bill rolled his eyes, double-checking his high-tech loot sacks. "It’s a seven-year-old’s birthday, Molly, not Fort Knox. We go in, grab the LEGO, and vanish." "You underestimate the terrifying agility of thirty sugar-crazed children," she warned, pointing a flashlight at the heavily guarded backyard patio. "Plus, the clown looks like he's packing heat under that oversized bow tie." "That is a balloon animal pump, you paranoid lunatic," Bill whispered back, motioning toward the shimmering stack of pastel-wrapped boxes. "Look at the prize. Five pristine Nintendo Switches, three motorized Barbie Jeeps, and a mysterious shiny envelope from wealthy Aunt Brenda." "Brenda’s envelopes always contain thick stacks of cash," Molly conceded, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Okay, what is our smoke bomb contingency?" "I brought a giant juice-box launcher," he grinned. "One shot will create total chaotic sugar sticky-ness. They’ll be too busy throwing tantrums to notice us." "Brilliant," she smirked, tugging her kid-sized camouflage gloves tight. "Let’s ruin this party."