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Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, smelling frosting and impending felony. Bill adjusted his black beanie, which had “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” stitched on it in glitter. The backyard pulsed with squeals, kazoo music, and a piñata that looked armed. A clown watched them, suspiciously polishing a balloon sword nearby. “We go in when they sing,” Molly whispered. “Everyone closes eyes, mouths open, brains off, like always, Bill.” Bill frowned. “But the song is long. Can we steal by the chorus?” “No,” she said. “We need clean hands. Grab bags only. We’re professionals, not raccoons.” Bill peeked at the gift table, stacked like a glittering pyramid. “How many presents is ‘all’?” “All,” Molly said. “Every box, every bow. Even the weird ones shaped like dinosaurs.” “And the birthday kid?” “We leave him,” she said. “He’s loud and legally protected.” Bill tugged on a paper party hat. “My disguise is insulting.” “Your face is insulting,” Molly said. “Hat helps.” The host clapped. Candles flared. Molly slid on knee pads. Bill whispered, “If we get caught, we say we’re entertainers.” Molly nodded. “Sure. You juggle guilt, I’ll mime innocence.” “Deal,” Bill said. “On three?” “On ‘make a wish,’” Molly replied, grinning, “we make ours.”