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The dim glow of a flickering streetlight cast long shadows across the alley where Molly and Bill huddled over a crumpled napkin map. “This is the dumbest plan you’ve ever had,” Molly muttered, squinting at the scribbled layout of the backyard. “Breaking into a kid’s birthday party?” Bill grinned, adjusting his fake mustache. “Think about it—no security, no alarms, just cake-fueled chaos. We grab the loot and vanish before little Timmy blows out the candles.” Molly rolled her eyes. “And what’s our exit strategy? A getaway tricycle?” “Better.” Bill pulled out a pair of oversized clown shoes. “We blend in. Who’s gonna suspect clowns?” “Everyone. Clowns are terrifying.” “Exactly! Fear’s our ally. Plus, I packed confetti grenades.” He shook a glitter-filled balloon for emphasis. Molly sighed. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling the cops you’re the mastermind.” “Deal.” Bill stuffed the map into his pocket. “Now, let’s move. The piñata’s got a five o’clock smash time, and I want first swing.” Molly groaned as they crept toward the sound of squealing children. “We’re gonna die in balloon animals.”