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Molly crouched behind a hedge of plastic flamingos, studying the backyard through binoculars. The target: a princess-themed birthday party, complete with bouncy castle and thirty-odd presents stacked on a picnic table like a pirate's ransom. Bill scribbled notes in a tiny notebook, tongue poking out in concentration. He'd drawn a map that bore no resemblance to reality whatsoever. The plan was elegant in its stupidity. Molly would pose as the entertainment, wearing a clown costume that smelled faintly of regret and old bologna. Bill would handle extraction, filling a trash bag labeled "recycling" with gift-wrapped treasure. "You look ridiculous," Bill muttered. "It's tactical camouflage, obviously," Molly hissed, adjusting her rainbow wig. They'd rehearsed for weeks. Bill had practiced juggling with oranges until the fruit court issued a restraining order. Molly had perfected a balloon animal resembling either a giraffe or a tragic accident. Inside, children shrieked with joy, blissfully unaware that two adults with the combined stealth of a marching band were about to ruin everything. Molly took a deep breath. "Remember, we're professionals." Bill nodded solemnly, then tripped over a garden gnome. "I hate clowns," he whispered from the ground. "Operation Party Pooper is a go," Molly whispered. Bill saluted, knocking his fake mustache into the punch bowl.