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The night air smelled of pizza and soda as Molly and Bill crouched behind a bobbing inflatable castle. Their plan was absurdly simple: slip into the neighborhood’s birthday bash, swap the glittery gift bags for empty cardboard, and vanish before the birthday boy could blow out his candles. Molly checked the map on her phone, her finger tracing the route marked with a red X. Bill adjusted the strap of his sack, already loaded with a fake mustache and a rubber chicken for emergencies. “We go at dusk,” Molly whispered, eyes scanning the garden lights. “The kids will be distracted,” Bill replied, humming a tune only he could hear. They timed the moment when the clown’s balloon animals were being handed out, a perfect lull. “Grab the glittery boxes,” Molly instructed, her voice a low hiss. “And the cake, too,” Bill added, smirking at the frosting‑covered floor. “No alarms,” Molly muttered, checking the motion sensor’s blind spot. “Quiet,” Bill said, as they slipped through the side gate, slipping past a giggling toddler who thought they were part of the entertainment. The room glowed with streamers, and the thieves moved like shadows, their hearts thudding in sync with the party’s chorus.