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The night was unusually quiet for a suburban cul‑de‑sac, and the glow of fairy lights from the backyard party flickered like a nervous firefly. Molly crouched behind a garden gnome, adjusting the strap of her sack, while Bill balanced a wobbling stack of cardboard boxes on his hip. They had scoped the scene earlier, noting the cake table guarded by a bored clown and a line of toddlers chanting 'Happy Birthday' in perfect pitch. The plan was simple: slip past the balloon arch, grab the gift bags, and disappear before the piñata exploded with confetti. They exchanged a conspiratorial grin. "Alright, Bill, the kids are distracted by the magician's rabbit," "Got it. I’ll neutralize the clown with a fake balloon animal," "Make sure the gift bags are labeled 'donation' so nobody questions them," "Understood. I’ll slip the sack under the table while they sing 'Happy Birthday' again," "Remember, the piñata is our exit route—once it bursts, we dash out with the loot," "One last thing: avoid the glitter trap on the lawn. It’s a mess," "Ready when you are. I’ll create a diversion by setting off the clown's squeaky shoes," "Perfect. Let’s grab the biggest present—probably a bike—and ride away,"