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Molly lowered her binoculars and grimaced at the suburban backyard. Bill meticulously applied tactical clown makeup to his cheeks. "The primary target turns seven today, Bill. Expect feral resistance." Bill adjusted a squeaky red nose with surgical precision. "Thirty guests means thirty boxes of pure, unadulterated plastic gold." He snapped on yellow dishwashing gloves. Molly unfolded a blueprint scribbled in pink glitter crayon. "The loot rests behind the cake. That creates a tactical flaw." She jabbed a finger at a sloppy sketch of frosted sheet cake. "What about the blindfolded lunatic wielding the wooden pinata stick?" Bill wiped cold sweat from his painted forehead, shuddering. "Divert his attention with sugar. If cornered, twist an aggressive balloon poodle." Molly brandished a plastic pump, loading slender latex tubes like shotgun shells. "Understood. What is the contingency if the bouncy castle collapses prematurely?" "We abandon the heavy board games and grab the video consoles." Bill nodded gravely, adjusting his oversized rainbow necktie with solemn professionalism. "No mercy today. We extract every single Lego kit before naptime arrives." She zipped her tactical diaper bag, eyes narrowing beneath glittery rainbow face paint. "Synchronize silly party watches. Operation Little Monster is officially a go, my partner."