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Molly crouched behind the garden hedge, peering through binoculars at the bouncy castle next door. She whispered, "Bill, at noon we slip through the side gate wearing clown costumes and enormous trousers." Bill tugged at his red nose and frowned. "Molly, my trousers already contain three accordions, two poodles, and a suspicious amount of custard." She ignored him and unrolled a crayon map across the picnic blanket. "You distract the children with balloon animals while I load every present into the cake trolley." Bill nodded solemnly, despite the squeaky horn honking inside his left shoe. "What if the birthday girl notices her presents vanishing beneath a mountain of frosting?" Molly produced two spoons, a grappling hook, and a very confident thumbs up. "Then we blame the magician, release the doves, and escape dramatically through the ball pit." From the driveway, a tiny guard dog in a party hat began growling at them. "That terrifying beast has foiled every brilliant operation since breakfast, Molly." Molly tossed the dog a biscuit shaped like a tiny getaway car. "The coast is clear, so grab your nose and prepare for Operation Sprinkles immediately." They shook hands, unaware the dog had eaten their entire plan.