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Molly tapped the blueprint on their dashboard, scowling darkly at her jittery partner. "The piñata drops at three, Bill. That gives us four minutes before cake." Bill nervously adjusted his oversized clown wig, clutching an empty burlap sack. "Cake makes them fast, Molly! Sugar turns toddlers into rabid little monsters." She pulled yellow dishwashing gloves onto her hands with an intimidating, sharp snap. "Stick to the plan. You deploy the juice boxes right by the sandbox." He pointed through tinted glass toward the bouncy castle, trembling with dread. "Then you bag the Lego sets? What about the mother guarding them?" Molly tapped the confetti cannon concealed beneath her cardigan with cold, calculated confidence. "I have glitter bombs. One single blast of sparkle blinds the PTA president." He grinned broadly, rubbing his sweaty palms together with sudden, wicked enthusiasm. "Brilliant. If we snatch the electric scooters, we can retire by bedtime." She peered through binoculars toward the shiny mountain of wrapped gift boxes. "Did you remember to bring the decoy balloon animals for the perimeter?" "Obviously. I folded three tactical poodles while you were hotwiring our getaway van." They quietly crept through the garden gate, ready to execute their master plan.