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Molly peeked from behind the oak tree, the brightly colored bouncy castle casting a garish glow on her face. “It’s worse than the Frankfurt Diamond Exchange,” she whispered. Bill, fiddling with a lockpick shaped like a cartoon dolphin, grumbled. “The security is terrifying. I counted seven juice-stained toddlers with the lung capacity of air raid sirens.” “Forget the toddlers. The real threat is Brenda, the birthday girl’s grandmother. She has the eyes of a hawk and the resting face of a betrayed librarian.” Molly pointed a trembling finger. “She’s guarding the gift table like it’s the royal mint.” “So what’s the play?” “Distraction. You create a minor frosting-related incident at the cake station. I sneak in, swap the presents for these,” she said, holding up a bag of identically wrapped boxes, “which are tragically filled with educational flashcards and sensible socks.” “A victimless crime!” Bill grinned. “They’ll be thanking us in fifteen years.” He adjusted his fake moustache. “Okay. On three, I fake a catastrophic stumble into the chocolate fountain. Ready?” Molly sighed. “Just try to make it look like an accident. We’re professionals, Bill. Mostly.”