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"Bill, look at that balloon animal," Molly whispered. "It's deflating in real-time suspense." "Focus," Bill snapped. "The gift stack is vulnerable. Dad's doing face painting; his peripheral vision is currently trapped by a yellow daisy." "But what if it's a trampoline?" Molly hissed. "You know how hard those nets are to cut without making a noise like a whoopee cushion the size of a minivan." "We have the velvet clippers. Just remember, no touching the piñata. Last time you swung for glory, we ended up hiding in a laundry hamper for forty minutes while Mrs. Gable sang 'Baby Shark.'" "That was one time!" Molly grumbled. "Besides, I saw a wrapped box with a glow-in-the-dark sticker. Could be tech. Could be gold. Probably just a flashlight, but let me risk my career on hope?" "Risk nothing," Bill warned, adjusting his tactical pacifier mask. "What if the toddler wakes up? He's the ultimate silent alarm system with zero fear." "I'll bribe him with gummy worms," Bill countered. "Never underestimate a child motivated by sugar." "Fine. We grab the tower, we exit via the slide, and we never speak of this again. Do you hear that giggle? That's not joy, Molly. That's security." They lunged.