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Molly spread the blueprints across the rickety card table, her eyes gleaming with manic focus. "The party starts at two. Bouncy castle, mountain of presents." Bill squinted at the map, scratching his messy head. "A dinosaur? What kind of dinosaur?" Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "A piñata, Bill. It's a piñata." Bill nodded slowly. "Right, right. So we go in through the basement?" Molly tapped the paper impatiently again. "There is no basement. We cut the power during musical chairs. Grab the loot and vanish." Bill looked very worried indeed. "Musical chairs is dangerous." Molly ignored him, checking her long list. "Focus, Bill. Are you wearing the clown costume?" Bill held up a red rubber nose, wiggling his eyebrows. "I look absolutely terrifying." Molly stared at him with pure disappointment. "You look like a sad accountant. Stick to the script." Bill frowned, crossing his arms defensively. "What if the magician is a real magician?" Molly rolled her eyes dramatically. "He's just Dave. Remember the exit strategy?" Bill nodded solemnly. "Scream and run." Molly checked her watch impatiently. "Just don't eat the cake." Bill grinned sheepishly at her. "That was one time." She sighed heavily, already regretting everything.