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Behind the inflatable castle, Molly adjusted her ski mask covered in cartoon unicorns. "This is morally questionable, even for us," she whispered. Bill peeked around plastic jungle vines strung from the patio pergola. "We're liberating the toys from capitalistic wrapping paper," he said. Somewhere inside, a magician shouted about friendship while balloons screamed against the ceiling. "Besides, kids forget half their presents by Tuesday," Molly muttered. Bill unfolded a crayon-drawn map they had stolen from the refrigerator earlier. "Entry point: clown bathroom window," he declared. A gust of cotton-candy-scented wind fluttered the flimsy paper, smearing blue giraffes into abstract art. "What if the clown is in there?" she asked. Bill shrugged, the movement making his sequined burglar jacket glitter accusingly beneath the porch light. "Then we improvise and steal his nose too," Bill replied. The bouncing castle groaned ominously, like a guilty conscience. "Okay, operation Birthday Heist begins: grab the loot, avoid frosting, and if anyone cries, we blame the mysterious Gift Goblin, not our beautiful criminal hearts this fine evening." "And remember, Bill, if a five-year-old tackles you, you go down, you stay down, and you compliment their ferocity while I stuff gifts into the getaway stroller of destiny."