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Molly adjusted the fake mustache clinging precariously to her upper lip while Bill squinted at the crudely drawn map of the backyard. The plan was simple: sneak in during the chaos of little Timmy’s birthday party, grab the presents, and vanish before anyone noticed the cake was missing too. “You sure this’ll work?” Bill whispered, eyeing the piñata suspiciously. It swung gently in the breeze, as if mocking them. Molly rolled her eyes. “It’s a party for six-year-olds, Bill. They’re more likely to rat us out for stealing the candy than calling the cops.” Bill frowned but nodded, stuffing a spare party hat into his pocket—just in case. They crouched behind a bush, watching as a herd of sugar-fueled children stampeded past the gift table. The presents, wrapped in obnoxiously bright paper, sat unattended. “Now?” Bill asked, fingers twitching. Molly sighed. “No, we wait for the magician. Distraction’s key.” Bill groaned. “I hate clowns.” “He’s a magician.” “Same difference.” The magician arrived in a puff of glitter, and the children shrieked with delight. Molly elbowed Bill. “Go time.” Bill hesitated. “What if we get caught?” Molly grinned. “We’ll say we’re the entertainment.” Bill looked at his stolen party hat. “We’re doomed.”