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Molly smoothed her pastel party dress. Bill adjusted his clown nose. "Is the glitter bomb ready?" Molly asked, checking her watch. "Primed for maximum sparkle," Bill grinned, clutching a tiny juice box. "Those nine-year-olds won't know what hit them." Molly peered through the binoculars. "Target acquired. Three dozen brightly wrapped boxes on the picnic table." Bill gasped softly. "Is that a Lego Death Star?" "Focus, Bill! We stick to the plan." Molly shoved a map into his hands. "You distract the bouncy castle guards." "By guards, you mean exhausted parents?" Bill questioned, eyebrow raised. "Precisely. Engage them in small talk about mortgages." "Devious," Bill chuckled. "And how do we extract the loot?" Molly unzipped a giant duffel bag. "We dump the presents in here, toss a piñata as a decoy, and scale the wooden fence." Bill patted his oversized pants pockets. "I brought extra kazoo whistles for smoke screens." "Brilliant." Molly pointed at the backyard gate. "On my mark, we infiltrate the pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey station." Bill straightened his polka-dot bow tie proudly. "For glory, cash, and free cake!" "Mostly the cake," Molly muttered, slipping on her oversized sunglasses. "Now, go!"