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Molly lowered her binoculars from the hedge. "The perimeter is crawling with sticky ankle-biters, Bill. Is the bounce house neutralized?" "I unplugged the generator," Bill whispered, checking his tactical stopwatch. "The vinyl castle is collapsing. Pure pandemonium." "Brilliant. Now, the primary objective: the gift table. What are we looking at?" "Intel confirms three remote-controlled monster trucks, a motorized Barbie Corvette, and an absurd mountain of Lego." "Lego? We can’t step on that without tactical footwear!" "Relax. I wore three pairs of wool socks. What about Timmy?" "The birthday boy is hopped up on blue frosting and swinging a foam sword. Wildcard status, but manageable." "Did you neutralize the parents?" Bill asked. "I pushed a runaway mimosa cart down the driveway. Every suburban mom is sprinting to intercept." "Ruthless, Molly. Absolutely cold-blooded." "I do what the job demands. Did you bring our extraction vehicle?" "The red Radio Flyer wagon is hidden behind the hydrangeas." "Good. Once we breach the patio, we bag the loot and retreat under the trampoline." "And what if the clown tries to be a hero?" "Pocket glitter straight to the retinas. Works every single time." Molly grinned, zipping her duffel sack. "Let's ruin a seven-year-old’s Tuesday."