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"Alright," Molly whispered, crouching behind a hedge. "The target’s a six-year-old’s birthday party. Almighty loot—toys, candy, maybe even some cash from the parents." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "You sure about this? What if the kids fight back?" "Pfft. They’re six. Worst case, we distract ’em with a piñata." "Genius. But how do we get in?" Molly grinned. "We RSVP’d. You’re Uncle Steve, I’m Aunt Patty. Blend in, load شخصيه the gifts when they’re distracted by cake." Bill frowned. "What if someone recognizes us?" "From where? The wanted posters at the toy store?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax. We’ve got disguises, a getaway tricycle—what could go wrong?" "Famous last words." "Look, the hard part’s over. We’re already on the guest list." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming Aunt Patty." "Deal. Just remember—no mercy. That stuffed unicorn’s mine." "And the Legos are mine." They fist-bumped. "Happy heisting." "Happy birthday to us."