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Molly slipped a black mask over her eyes, the scent of birthday cake lingering in the hallway. Bill crouched behind a stack of balloon arches, his breath shallow as he checked the timing on his watch. The house glowed with streamers, a chorus of giggles echoing from the living room where a dozen children chased a clown on a squeaky unicycle. The thieves moved like shadows, careful not to step on the glitter‑covered floor. Molly whispered, 'We only have five minutes before the parents arrive,' and Bill nodded, 'Then we grab every gift and disappear.' Bill whispered, 'Quick, hide the loot!' They slipped through the ajar door, the faint thud of a stray footstep barely audible. Inside, piles of wrapped boxes formed a mountain of potential loot, each ribbon a promise of chocolate and toys. The air smelled of frosting and anticipation. Molly’s gloved hand hovered over a stack of plush bears, while Bill lifted a sack of candy bars, his grin hidden beneath the mask. They exchanged a quick glance, the plan unfolding with the precision of a well‑rehearsed dance. They slipped silently. The party’s chaos provided perfect cover; the children’s shrieks became a symphony that masked their heist.