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Molly leaned against the wall,arms crossed, eyeing the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard. "So, Bill, you're telling me we're gonna sneak into a room full of screaming toddlers to swipe their birthday loot?" Bill adjusted his fake mustache, looking serious. "Precision, Molly. Precision. We hit the presents before the cake is cut. The parents are distracted by the clown. It's a classic play." Molly snorted. "A classic play? More like a disaster waiting to happen. What if one of them recognizes us? What if they lock the door? What if... what if they have guard dogs? Or worse... what if they have actual security?" "Guard dogs? Molly, it's a suburban backyard. The worst security is probably a grumpy grandma with a rolling pin." Bill tapped his temple. "Focus. The plan is simple. I create a diversion with the piñata. You slip in, grab the pile near the cake, and we're out before the first 'Happy Birthday' is finished." Molly grimaced. "And how exactly do you plan to create a diversion that doesn't involve setting the whole place on fire? Last time you tried the 'loud noise' method, we ended up with a swarm of angry bees." Bill held up a small, shiny object. "This. The sonic disruptor. It'll just sound like... a really enthusiastic party horn. Guaranteed to scatter the little terrors." Molly eyed the device skeptically. "And you're sure it won't just make the dog bark? Or the neighbors call the cops?" Bill grinned. "That's the beauty of it. The neighbors *will* call the cops. But by then, we'll be long gone, sipping champagne on a yacht. Now, are you in, or are you gonna stand there looking like you swallowed a lemon?" Molly sighed, pushing off the wall. "Fine. But if we get caught, it's your fault. And if we get stung by bees, it's definitely your fault." She adjusted her own ridiculous clown wig. "Let's make this the heist that goes down in history... as the most ridiculous one."