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Molly leaned back in her chair, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. “So, let me get this straight. You want to break into a kid’s birthday party?” Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Not just any kid’s party. Bobby Carmichael’s. His dad’s that tech billionaire. You think the presents are gonna be anything less than gold-plated?” Molly raised an eyebrow. “And what, we’re just gonna waltz in there dressed as clowns and grab the loot?” Bill grinned. “Clowns? Nah, too obvious. We’re gonna go as magicians.” Molly snorted. “Magicians? You don’t even know how to shuffle a deck of cards.” “Details, Molly, details,” Bill said, waving a hand dismissively. “We’ll buy one of those magic kits from the toy store. Presto-change-o, we’re in.” Molly rolled her eyes. “And how exactly are we gonna get the presents out? Stuff ‘em in your oversized hat?” Bill tapped his temple. “Already thought of that. We’ll have a getaway van parked behind the house. We’ll distract the kids with a ‘magic show,’ whisk the presents away ‘stage left,’ and boom—we’re outta there.” Molly stared at him for a long moment. “You do realize kids are like bloodhounds, right? They’ll notice if their presents suddenly vanish.” “Not if we replace ‘em with empty boxes,” Bill said smugly. “We’ll say it’s part of the trick.” Molly sighed. “Bill, this plan has more holes than a slice of Swiss cheese.” Bill leaned back, crossing his arms. “Got a better idea?” Molly smirked. “Actually, yeah. We go as caterers.” Bill frowned. “Caterers?” “Yeah,” Molly said, leaning in. “We show up with a bunch of trays of cupcakes. Nobody questions caterers. We blend in, slip the presents into the cupcake boxes, and walk out like we’re just packing up.” Bill scratched his chin. “Huh. Not bad. But what about the parents? They’re not gonna just let us walk out with all those presents.” Molly shrugged. “We’ll say they’re party favors. Rich people love that kind of crap.” Bill grinned. “You know, Molly, you might just be a genius.” “Might be?” Molly shot back with a smirk. “Try ‘definitely am.’” Bill laughed. “Alright, genius, what’s the next step?” Molly tapped her fingers on the table. “We scope out the house. Figure out the layout, where they’re keeping the presents, all that jazz.” Bill nodded. “And when do we hit the party?” Molly checked her phone. “Bobby’s birthday is next Saturday. We’ve got a week to prep.” Bill rubbed his hands together. “Perfect. Operation Birthday Bash is a go.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Operation Birthday Bash? Really?” “Got a better name?” “How about Operation Don’t Get Caught?” Bill chuckled. “Touché.” Molly stood up, grabbing her jacket. “Alright, let’s get to work. And Bill?” “Yeah?” “Try not to screw this up.” Bill placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Molly, when have I ever let you down?” Molly paused, giving him a deadpan look. “Do you really want me to answer that?” Bill chuckled nervously. “Fair point. Let’s just stick to the plan.” Molly smirked. “For once, I actually agree with you.”