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Molly unrolled the blueprints. "This is madness, Molly. A bouncy castle? We are professionals, not clowns." "Look at the registry, Bill. Little Timmy is getting three limited-edition Lego sets, an actual pony, and cash from seventeen divorced aunts. It's a goldmine." "Wait, we’re stealing a horse?" "Forget the horse. Focus on the gift table. It's guarded by a teenager dressed as Spider-Man." "Is he armed?" "With silly string and crippling social anxiety. You'll neutralize him by asking about his five-year plan. While he's crying, I slip past the piñata." "What about the suburban moms? They're vicious when caffeinated." "They'll be sedated by boxed pinot grigio by two o'clock. I’ll wear my maternity overalls and carry a Tupperware of gluten-free brownies. Total invisibility." "And my disguise?" "You're the magician, 'The Great Bumbalini.'" Bill groaned. "I hate rabbits, Molly. They have judgmental eyes." "No rabbits. Just shove the envelopes into your top hat, grab the big shiny boxes, and meet me at the minivan. If the toddler patrol spots you, throw a handful of glitter and run." "Glitter? That never comes out of upholstery!" "That's the point. Blind the enemy, take the Legos, retire to Boca."