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“Bill, listen, this is foolproof,” Molly whispered, crouched behind a hedge outside the brightly lit backyard. “Foolproof? It’s a kid’s birthday party, Molly. There’s clown balloons and a bounce house!” “Exactly! Distraction city. No one’s gonna notice two ‘party planners’ slipping out with a few gifts.” “A few gifts? You said we were taking *all* the presents.” “Details, Bill. Focus. You’re dressed as the piñata guy. I’m the caterer. We blend in, we grab, we go.” “Why am I the piñata guy? That’s humiliating.” “Because you’re the only one who fits in the costume. Now, stick to the plan. You distract the kids by letting them hit you with sticks—” “Wait, what? They’re gonna hit me?” “It’s a piñata, Bill. It’s part of the job.” “You didn’t say anything about getting hit!” “Relax! It’s padded. Meanwhile, I’ll sneak into the gift room, load ’em up, and meet you by the trampoline.” “What if someone catches us?” “Who’s gonna catch us? A six-year-old with a juice box? C’mon, Bill, show some guts.” “Fine. But if I get frosting in my hair, you owe me dessert.” “Deal. Now go! The clown’s juggling flamingos—it’s our moment.” Bill sighed, pulling the piñata costume over his head. “This better be worth it.” Molly grinned. “Trust me. Worst case, we leave with cake.” “Cake isn’t loot, Molly.” “It is if you’re desperate.”