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Molly leaned against the fence,squinting at the backyard party. "Look at that, Bill. Pure gold. Kids everywhere, parents too busy sipping punch to notice a thing. And the presents! Stacked like a pyramid of loot." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through his binoculars. "Molly, it's a birthday party. For a kid. The presents are... well, presents. Not exactly Fort Knox." "Fort Knox has guards," Molly countered, tapping her temple. "This place has... what? A hyperactive golden retriever and a three-year-old with a juice box?" She grinned. "Perfect cover. Who's gonna suspect the thieves when the real danger is a toddler with a sippy cup?" Bill sighed, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "Okay, okay. The plan is solid. We scale the fence, grab the presents before the cake is cut, and vanish before anyone realizes their Elmo doll is missing." Molly nodded vigorously. "Exactly. Simple. Clean. We're in, we're out, we're rich." "Rich?" Bill repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Molly, those presents are probably filled with cheap plastic toys and clothes that smell like baby powder. We'll be lucky to get a few action figures before the parents start checking receipts." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Details, Bill. Details. The parents won't notice until tomorrow. By then, we'll be sipping piña coladas on a beach somewhere. Or at least, we will be if we pull this off." Bill adjusted his glasses again, his expression serious. "The dog. What about the dog? It looks like it could take down a small car." Molly shrugged. "We'll distract it. Throw it a squeaky toy. Or maybe just run really fast. Dogs are territorial, not tactical geniuses." Bill rubbed his temples. "And the cake? We can't just grab presents while the cake is being served. Someone will see us." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's the beauty of it. We strike during the cake cutting. Everyone's looking up, cameras flashing. Perfect cover for a couple of 'party crashers' who just happen to be carrying a giant present." Bill groaned. "Molly, that's not a cover. That's a disaster waiting to happen. What if the kid blows out the candles and makes a wish for us to get caught?" Molly laughed, a low, confident chuckle. "Then we'll wish we'd never heard of this job. Now, are you in or are you out? Because I'm scaling that fence in five seconds." Bill looked at the scene again – the colorful balloons, the laughing children, the oblivious parents. The sheer absurdity of it all, the tiny scale of the target compared to their usual heists, suddenly hit him. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and nodded. "Alright. Five seconds. But if that dog bites me, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned, already moving. "Deal. And Bill? Remember, it's not stealing if you're just borrowing... temporarily." She vaulted over the fence with surprising agility, landing in the sea of yellow and blue balloons. Bill followed, his heart pounding not with fear, but with the ridiculous thrill of the plan. The real challenge? Getting out without tripping over a tricycle.