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Molly crouched behind the oversized inflatable bouncy castle, her fingers nervously drumming against the grass. Bill knelt beside her, squinting through a pair of binoculars that were clearly meant for birdwatching. The backyard was a chaotic sea of squealing children, clueless parents, and a piñata that had already suffered enough. “Pinata’s down,” Bill whispered, lowering the binoculars. “They’re distracted.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Focus, Bill. The presents are in the corner by the cake table. Look at that pile—it’s like they *want* us to take them.” Bill nodded, though his attention had shifted to the catering table. “Do you think they’d notice if I grabbed a cupcake first?” “They’re six-year-olds, Bill. They’ll riot if you even look at their frosting.” Molly adjusted her black beanie, which was slipping over her eyes. She’d insisted on wearing it for “professionalism,” but it was clearly failing its purpose. Bill, on the other hand, had opted for a Hawaiian shirt, blending in perfectly with the party’s tropical theme. “Let’s move,” Molly hissed, grabbing Bill’s sleeve. They crept forward, blending seamlessly into the chaos. The presents were just within reach when a small voice piped up behind them. “Are you magicians?” Molly froze. Bill turned, plastering on a grin. “Uh, yeah. Just… practicing. For later.” The child nodded solemnly and wandered off, leaving Molly to mutter, “We’re terrible at this.” Bill shrugged. “Kids believe anything. Now grab those presents before the clown notices.”