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Molly peered over the fence, her eyes gleaming. “Alright, Bill, here’s the plan. We sneak in during the piñata chaos, grab the loot, and hightail it out before anyone notices.” Bill scratched his head. “Piñata chaos? Molly, we’re stealing from a kid’s party, not staging a coup.” “Exactly! It’s the perfect distraction. Kids screaming, candy flying—no one’s gonna notice two adults hauling gifts into a van.” Bill frowned. “What if there’s security?” “Security? At a five-year-old’s birthday? Bill, the only threat here is a sugar rush and maybe a rogue clown.” “Clowns?” Bill paled. “You didn’t say anything about clowns.” “Relax, it’s probably just Uncle Jerry in a wig. Focus. We need disguises.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But I’m not wearing a tutu.” Molly smirked. “Too bad. It would’ve really sold the ‘helpful party planner’ vibe.” “Molly, this is insane.” “Insane? Bill, we’re stealing presents from children. Insane went out the window when we agreed to this. Now, grab the glitter glue and let’s blend in.” Bill groaned. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” “Yeah, yeah. Save the drama for the getaway. And remember—no eye contact with the birthday kid. She’ll sniff us out like a bloodhound.” “Right. Because that’s the part of this plan I’m worried about.”