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Molly checked her wristwatch while adjusting her ridiculously oversized clown shoes. The bouncy castle loomed before them like a nylon fortress guarding its plush treasures. Bill struggled to zip up a striped vest that fought a losing battle against his protruding belly. They crouched behind a strategically placed cooler of lukewarm juice boxes. The target area was crawling with unsupervised toddlers wielding juice boxes like loaded weapons. Are you sure the intel on the piñata loot is solid? Positive, Bill. My source was a four-year-old named Timmy who traded secrets for a juice box. He looks like a snitch, Molly. He has a lollipop, not a badge. Just stick to the plan. I still say we should have hit the retirement home bingo night instead. Grannies don't have remote-control dinosaurs, Bill. Now disable the perimeter sprinkler system. That toddler is staring at me. Ignore him and deploy the smoke bomb. I only have glitter bombs. Close enough. Pull the pin and let us liberate those action figures.