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Molly leaned against a dumpster, her trench coat flapping in the breeze. “Alright, Bill, the Henderson’s party starts at six. We need to be in and out before the clown starts juggling flaming torches.” Bill adjusted his ski mask, which was clearly too big for his face. “Six o’clock? What if the cake is a decoy? I’ve seen *Sesame Street* episodes where the cake’s a trap.” “It’s a *children’s party*, not a spy thriller. We’re after the presents, not defusing bombs.” “Still. What if the auntie who bakes those cookies is actually a hitwoman?” “Since when do you care about Aunt Mildred’s baking?” “Point taken. So how do we get past the bouncers? Or… wait, do they even have bouncers at a *three-year-old’s* party?” Molly smirked. “They’ve got a bounce house. That’s our distraction. You start a stampede toward it, I’ll grab the gift table.” “What if the kids mistake me for a literal monster?” “Then scream like a banshee. Works every time.” “And the exit?” “Achoo!” Molly fake-coughed dramatically. “Pollen count’s through the roof. Natural cover.” Bill nodded slowly. “Brilliant. We’re geniuses.” “Don’t forget the unicorn piñata. That’s our backup plan.” “Meaning if the first plan fails, we beat it with sticks?” “Precisely.”