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Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, peering through the mesh windows into the chaos inside. Balloons floated lazily as children shrieked with glee, clutching brightly wrapped packages. Bill adjusted his gloves, nervously twitching a strand of hair. “We’re sure the presents are all piled near the cake table, right?” Molly whispered, eyes darting around. Bill nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, that’s the plan. Grab the loot, get out before anyone notices.” Molly eyed the mountain of gifts, shiny bows sparkling like treasure chests. “I still can’t believe we’re pulling this off at a children’s party. It’s... poetic in a way.” Bill shot her a wary look. “Poetic or insane. Mostly insane.” The sound of a clown’s horn blared nearby. Molly winced. “We’ll need a distraction.” Bill grinned. “Leave that to me.” As a confetti cannon exploded, scattering paper like a sudden blizzard, Molly slipped inside, fingers itching to snatch the gleaming packages. Bill ducked behind a table, launching tiny rubber spiders into the air. A scream pierced the room, high-pitched and panicked. Laughter followed. Molly whispered, “Perfect. Let’s move.” Bill nodded. “And don’t drop a single gift—or we’re doomed.”