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"Did you pack the smoke bombs?" Molly whispered, adjusting her dark tactical goggles. "Smoke bombs? Molly, it’s a six-year-old’s birthday party at a Bounce Emporium, not the Louvre," Bill hissed. "I brought juice boxes and a glitter gun." "Tactical brilliance. What’s our insertion point?" "The back patio. Past the terrifying inflatable slide. We drop in at fourteen hundred hours, right when the clown distracts the mark with balloon animals." "And the primary target?" "The gift table. A mountain of unopened Lego sets, three Nerf blasters, and a heavily wrapped box that smells like pure sugar." "Exquisite. What about local security?" "Toddlers. High on cake, entirely unpredictable. If a swarm approaches, throw gummy worms to create a diversion and fall back." "Got it. What if the mom brigade spots us?" "Claim you're the face painter. I'll offer to fix the sticky juice dispenser. Works every time." "Wait, what if the bouncy castle collapses?" "Then we grab the giant teddy bear and scatter into the woods." "And our getaway vehicle?" "We hotwire the electric Barbie Jeep parked in the driveway, load the stash, and haul tail before the piñata gets smashed." "You're a mastermind, Bill." "I try. Put on your conical party hat now. It’s heist time."