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The inflatable castle loomed like a yellow whale beside the backyard. Molly adjusted her tiny tuxedo while Bill clutched a sack printed with cartoon ponies. "Steal presents. No crying. Grab ponies," Molly whispered. "Right. Sugar rush, then chaos," Bill replied. They slithered behind a hedge decorated with paper snakes. Inside, toddlers shrieked around a magician who appeared to be a tired accountant. Wrapped boxes piled beneath a banner demanding happy birthday energy. Bill’s eyes filled with greed and glitter. Molly pointed to the cookie table as if it were a vault. The plan required chaos, a sugar emergency, and one very dramatic parent. Bill practiced his fake cough, sounding like a startled owl. The sprinkler hissed to life, spraying socks and frosting. Bill slipped on jelly, recovered, and hid behind a giant foam cupcake while his dignity leaked away dramatically. A balloon dog barked nearby, sending a group of children screaming toward the sprinkler. This was it. Molly signaled, counting fingers like a bored surgeon. Bill dragged the pony sack across grass, creating a ridiculous parachute of fabric. The parents remained busy negotiating cake slices. "Go. Lunge. Be dramatic. Quietly," Molly breathed. "I love shiny loot," Bill echoed. They lunged.