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The dimly lit basement smelled faintly of mildew and old pizza boxes. Molly sat cross-legged on the floor, a half-eaten donut in one hand and a crumpled map of the neighborhood in the other. Bill paced back and forth, occasionally stopping to adjust the oversized clown mask perched atop his head. “We can’t just waltz in there like it’s a bakery,” Molly said, licking powdered sugar off her fingers. “It’s a *kid’s party*. There will be adults. Probably people who own pepper spray.” Bill stopped pacing and pointed dramatically at the map. “Exactly! That’s why we blend in. We’ll go in as—wait for it—party entertainers. Clowns. Balloon animals. The works.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “You? A clown? Clowns are supposed to make people happy, not cause existential dread.” “I’ll have you know I’m very charming,” Bill said, puffing out his chest. “Besides, I’ve been practicing my balloon dog. Look.” He pulled a limp balloon from his pocket and started twisting it furiously. Seconds later, it popped with a loud bang, leaving him holding a deflated scrap. Molly snorted. “You’re going to get us arrested before we even get close to the presents.” Bill tossed the balloon remnants aside and knelt next to her. “Okay, fine. What’s your brilliant plan, oh heist master?” Molly grinned and unfolded the map further, revealing a detailed layout of the backyard where the party was being held. “First, we sneak in through the side gate. It’s hidden by bushes, and no one will notice if we’re quiet. Second, we wait until the chaos hits. Kids? Sugar? That’s our window. They’ll be too busy screaming and crying to notice us.” Bill tilted his head. “And the presents?” “They’ll all be stacked in the living room,” Molly said confidently. “Parents always put them there for the grand unveiling. We’ll grab them while everyone’s distracted by the piñata and make a run for it.” Bill scratched his chin. “It’s not bad, but what if someone sees us? What’s our escape plan?” Molly grabbed a red marker and circled a nearby alley on the map. “We hit the alley, ditch the loot in the van, and disappear. Simple.” Bill frowned. “Too simple. What if the van gets towed? Or worse, stolen?” Molly rolled her eyes. “It’s a duct-taped van parked in an alley. No one’s touching it.” Bill sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I don’t know, Molly. This feels... risky. Breaking into a kid’s party? Stealing their presents? What if we traumatize them?” Molly shrugged. “They’ll get more presents next year. Besides, it’s not like we’re taking their toys. We’re taking their *potential toys*. Big difference.” Bill groaned and rubbed his temples. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re overthinking,” Molly shot back. “Look, it’s one party. One heist. In and out. What’s the worst that could happen?” Bill opened his mouth to reply, but Molly cut him off. “Don’t answer that. We’re doing this. Now, put on your clown shoes. We’ve got a piñata to crash.” Bill sighed again, but a small smile crept onto his face as he reached for the oversized shoes. “Fine. But if this goes south, I’m blaming you.” Molly smirked. “Deal.”