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Molly leaned against the fence, squinting at the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard. "Look at that," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the cluster of kids swarming around a towering pile of wrapped gifts. "All that loot just sitting there. Like an open vault." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering over her shoulder. "Molly, we agreed this was a bad idea. Kids' parties are chaos. One wrong move and we're surrounded by screaming toddlers." "Chaos is our friend," Molly countered, a grin spreading. "Distractions everywhere. Parents are too busy trying to keep the sugar-high monsters from tearing the place apart. We slip in, grab the big stuff, slip out. Easy." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "The 'big stuff' is usually a giant stuffed bear that weighs fifty pounds and cries 'I love you!' every thirty seconds. And the 'slip out' part? Good luck navigating a sea of three-year-olds who think you're a new playmate." Molly nudged him. "Think of the haul! That remote-controlled race car, the giant Lego castle... pure gold. And the parents? They'll be too busy panicking about the missing presents to notice us." Bill hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But we move fast. No talking to the kids. No touching the decorations. And for the love of all that's holy, don't trip over the cake." Molly nodded, already scanning for the best entry point. "Got it. Stealth mode. Operation: Present Plunder. Let's make this the heist of the century... or at least the afternoon." She took a deep breath, ready to move. Bill followed, his eyes darting nervously between the excited children and the tempting pile of gifts.