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Molly leanedagainst the brick wall, her eyes fixed on the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard fence. Bill adjusted his gloves, his brow furrowed. "Okay, Molly, let's run through this again. We hit the party at 7:30 sharp. The parents are all inside, probably arguing over who gets the last slice of cake. The kids are distracted by the clown. Perfect." Molly nodded, a grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, yeah. The clown's the best part. He's got those giant shoes that make that *whoosh* sound when he walks. Kids love it. We just need to... distract him. Maybe make him think he dropped his red nose? That always gets a laugh." Bill sighed, pulling out a small, shiny object. "Molly, it's a heist, not improv. We need a solid plan. Distraction first. I'll create a diversion near the cake table. You slip in, grab the presents, and meet me at the back gate. Simple." "Simple?" Molly scoffed. "You make it sound like stealing candy from a baby. Which, technically, is what we're doing. Kids' presents. Baby presents." She winked. "Easy money." Bill adjusted his glasses, his voice low. "Easy money that belongs to five-year-olds who cry when their teddy gets a scratch. That's the moral quandary, Molly. Do we really want to be the villains who steal the birthday presents?" Molly shrugged, her enthusiasm undimmed. "Look, Bill, it's not like they're going to miss them. They'll get new ones next year. Besides, we're not hurting anyone. Just... borrowing. For a little while." She gestured towards the fence. "Now, how do we get over this thing without setting off the motion sensor?" Bill pointed to a large, bushy rhododendron. "See that? We climb over, hide in the bushes until the clown's busy. Then we move fast. The presents are in that big blue bin near the swings. We grab the wrapped ones, leave the cheap plastic toys. That's the plan." Molly's eyes sparkled. "The blue bin. Got it. And the clown? How do we... distract him?" Bill produced a small, battery-powered toy duck. "This. I'll make it quack loudly near him. He'll think it's a lost toy and go chasing it. Perfect cover for you to slip in." Molly clapped her hands. "Perfect! Quack, duck! That's brilliant, Bill! You're a genius!" She bounced on her heels. "So, 7:30. Motion sensor off. Rhododendron cover. Quack duck. Blue bin. Presents gone. Easy peasy lemon squeezy!" Bill checked his watch. "7:30. Don't be late. And Molly?" He paused, a rare serious look crossing his face. "Try not to laugh too loud when you see the birthday boy cry. It's... unsettling." Molly just grinned, already scanning the fence line. "Don't worry, Bill. I'll be professional. Just... very, very professional." She gave him a thumbs-up. "Let's make this the easiest heist of our careers." She turned and melted into the shadows of the rhododendron bushes, ready for the easy score.