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Molly leaned against theladder propped against the party tent, her eyes gleaming. "So, Bill, the plan is solid. We hit the presents before the cake gets cut. Easy as pie." Bill adjusted his gloves, looking nervous. "Molly, this isn't a bank. It's a *children's* party. What if little Timmy cries when we take his new action figure?" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Timmy'll cry anyway. Focus on the loot. The parents stash the good stuff under the table. We just need to be quick." Bill frowned. "Quick? Molly, there's a bouncy castle! And a clown! What if the clown sees us?" Molly chuckled. "The clown's probably high. He won't notice anything except his own farts. Now, you distract the parents with the cake, I grab the presents. Simple." Bill sighed, pulling out a small, shiny object. "Okay, okay. But if we get caught, it's your fault. I'm not explaining to social services why we're stealing from a birthday." Molly grinned, already climbing the ladder. "Don't worry, Bill. By the time we're gone, they'll think the presents just... vanished. Like magic!" She disappeared into the tent flap. Bill hesitated, then followed, muttering about toddlers and potential lawsuits.