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Molly crouched behind a plastic flamingo in the suburban front yard, studying the birthday chaos through borrowed binoculars while balancing three empty gift bags. Bill arrived wearing a dinosaur costume two sizes too small, its tail knocking over lemonade, mailboxes, and one extremely suspicious garden gnome. Molly whispered, "We strike at noon and grab every single present." Bill adjusted his tiny foam claws and nodded gravely toward the inflatable castle bouncing with sugared children and questionable adult supervision. He replied, "Brilliant, unless the clown recognizes us from last Tuesday." Inside, a mountain of wrapped presents gleamed beside cupcakes, juice boxes, balloon animals, and a piñata shaped like a suspiciously judgmental unicorn. Their plan involved confetti cannons, a borrowed stroller, fake mustaches, strategic snack distractions, and Molly performing an interpretive dance near the sprinkler controls. Bill had practiced crawling under laser ribbons tied between chairs, although the ribbons were merely streamers and mostly defeated him through static electricity. A seven year old general directed traffic with a bubble wand, assigning guards, inspecting invitations, and confiscating suspicious socks without mercy or hesitation. Molly grinned, produced two party hats, and placed one ceremoniously upon his lopsided dinosaur head. She added solemnly, "Then improvise."