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Molly sharpened her grappling hook while Bill meticulously adjusted his squeaky clown shoes with trembling fingers. The target was the heavily fortified basement of bouncy castles and miniature golf known as the Birthday Bunker. They stood shivering in the dark alley behind the bakery, breathing in the scent of stale frosting and impending chaos. Bill nervously checked his pouch of glitter bombs, sweating through his polka dot onesie as he eyed the three story fortress of joy. The perimeter was patrolled by vicious toddlers on tricycle brigades and one extremely aggressive golden retriever wearing a party hat. Molly strapped her suction cups to her palms, her eyes gleaming with pure malice and the promise of stolen Lego sets. She whispered we have to time the pinata swing. Bill swallowed hard, clutching his oversized kazoo and whispering back I brought the juice boxes. They synchronized their cheap plastic watches and prepared to breach the ultimate bouncy castle fortress under the cover of dusk.