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Molly crouched behind the hedge bordering the suburban battlefield, where balloons bobbed like surveillance drones above the trampoline. Children roared around a magician who was visibly regretting his career choices. A banner screamed HAPPY FIFTH BIRTHDAY in letters large enough to be read by law enforcement helicopters. “Children make terrible witnesses,” Molly said. Sprinkles already dusted Bill’s black turtleneck; he’d insisted on sampling the intel disguised as cupcakes. “Relax,” Bill answered. “We look like clowns.” “You are a clown,” she hissed, eyeing his red nose, which he claimed was operational camouflage. They studied their target: a mountainous gift table sagging under the weight of optimistic parenting. Glossy paper gleamed with unicorns, dinosaurs, and one ominous educational puzzle. Beside it, a giant piñata donkey hung like a candy filled informant. “Focus on the presents,” Bill whispered, sketching a floor plan on a napkin smeared with frosting. Entry was simple: follow the hired princess through the sliding door, blend with the chaos, pretend to drop a rabbit from the magician’s hat, then scoop armfuls of loot into folding laundry baskets. “And the cake,” Molly added, because even master thieves respected efficient carb loading. The backyard speakers thumped, counting down their perfect crime.