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The dim glow of Molly’s flashlight flickered across the crumpled blueprint of the neighborhood park. She tapped the paper impatiently with her red-polished nail. "Bill, listen. The piñata’s here, the cake’s here, and the presents—" she jabbed a spot near the picnic table, "—are here. All we need to do is distract the kids, grab the loot, and vanish like we were never there. Easy." Bill scratched his unshaven chin, squinting at the plan. "Distract the kids? With what? A magic show? I can’t even pull a quarter out of someone’s ear without dropping it." "You’re overthinking it," Molly scoffed, rolling her eyes. "We bring a big, shiny balloon animal kit. Kids love that stuff. They’ll swarm you like ants on a lollipop." "And what if they don’t like balloon animals?" Bill countered, nervously twirling the end of his mustache. "What if they’ve got allergies? Or, I don’t know, they hate clowns?" "Fine," Molly snapped, slamming her palm on the table. "You bring candy. Every kid loves candy. Chuck it in the opposite direction, and while they’re scrambling, I’ll grab the presents. Deal?" Bill sighed, slumping in defeat. "Deal. But if one of those little monsters bites me, I’m throwing you under the bus." "Fair enough," Molly grinned, folding the blueprint. "Now let’s go make some kids cry."