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The dim glow of a flickering bulb illuminated the cramped, dusty attic where Molly and Bill hunched over a crinkled map of the neighborhood. Molly tapped the paper with a chipped fingernail. “The party’s at 3 p.m. sharp. Kids’ll be hopped up on sugar, parents will be distracted, and the presents? Right there—begging to be liberated.” Bill squinted, scratching his scruffy chin. “Liberated? Molly, it’s a kiddie party. We’re talking crayons and Lego sets, not the Crown Jewels.” Molly smirked, adjusting her black beanie. “Details, Bill. Details. It’s not about the loot; it’s about the challenge. No alarms, no guards—just us versus a piñata.” Bill groaned. “Piñatas are unpredictable. Those things swing back.” “You’re afraid of candy?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Look, here’s the plan: I’ll dress as a clown. Kids love clowns.” “Kids *hate* clowns,” Bill countered. “You’ll give ’em nightmares.” Molly waved him off. “Fine, I’ll be a magician. I’ll distract them with card tricks while you grab the goods.” Bill sighed, rubbing his temple. “You realize this is the worst idea we’ve ever had, right?” Molly grinned. “Worse than the hamster heist?” “Fair point,” Bill conceded. “But if we get caught, I’m blaming the piñata.” “Deal,” Molly said, folding the map. “Now let’s go steal some joy.”