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Molly adjusted the fake mustache that kept peeling at one corner while Bill squinted at the scribbled map of the backyard. The plan was simple: sneak in during the chaos of the piñata explosion, grab the presents, and vanish before anyone noticed the loot was gone. “You sure this’ll work?” Bill whispered, eyeing the inflatable bouncy castle like it might bite him. “Trust me,” Molly said, shoving a handful of confetti into her pocket as a distraction tactic. “No one suspects clowns.” Bill groaned. “We’re not dressed as clowns.” “Close enough.” The party was in full swing—screaming children, harried parents, and a dog wearing a party hat. Molly nudged Bill toward the gift table, where a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes taunted them. “Just grab and go,” she muttered. Bill reached for a present shaped like a dinosaur. A tiny hand slapped his wrist. “That’s mine,” a child said, glaring. Bill froze. Molly coughed loudly and tossed the confetti into the air. “Happy birthday!” she bellowed, yanking Bill away as the crowd cheered. They sprinted to the fence, empty-handed. “New plan,” Bill wheezed. “No more kids’ parties.” Molly sighed. “Fine. Next time, we rob a bank.”