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Molly adjusted her sunglasses and leaned against the fence, eyeing the brightly colored bouncy castle in the backyard. "You ever notice how kids' parties are the easiest targets? No security, no alarms, just a bunch of parents too busy stuffing their faces with cupcakes to notice a couple of professionals at work." Bill scratched his stubble and squinted at the house. "Yeah, but we gotta be quick. Those little monsters have a sixth sense for trouble. One wrong move and we’re outed by a five-year-old in a superhero cape." Molly smirked. "Relax. We’ll be in and out before they even finish singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ You got the distraction?" Bill pulled a whoopee cushion from his pocket and grinned. "Oh, I’ve got *distractions*. This thing’s gonna have the whole party in stitches—literally." "Good. I’ll handle the presents. Just make sure you don’t blow your cover by laughing too hard." "Hey, I’m a professional. I can laugh on command." Molly rolled her eyes. "Right. Just don’t get too into it. Last time you ‘distracted’ a crowd, you ended up in a conga line." "Details," Bill said, waving a hand. "So, what’s the plan? We just waltz in like we belong?" Molly adjusted her fake name tag. "Better. We’re the ‘entertainers.’" She held up a pair of oversized foam hands. "I’m ‘Clown Molly,’ and you’re ‘Balloon Bill.’" Bill groaned. "You’re kidding. I look ridiculous in this getup." "Yeah, but you’ll blend right in. Kids love clowns." "Kids also love pulling the heads off dolls. I’m not taking any chances." Molly sighed. "Fine. We’ll go with the ‘mystery magicians’ angle. You do the disappearing coin trick, and I’ll ‘magically’ transport the presents into our van." Bill brightened. "Now *that* sounds like a plan. But what if someone asks where the presents went?" Molly grinned. "Easy. We say they were ‘teleported to the North Pole.’ Kids love that stuff." "True. Alright, let’s do this. But if I have to juggle anything, I’m walking." Molly patted his shoulder. "Deal. Just remember—if things go south, we blame the birthday kid." Bill nodded solemnly. "Solid backup plan. Ready?" Molly adjusted her foam hands. "Let’s go steal some toys." They strode toward the party, Bill already practicing his best evil laugh. Molly shook her head. "Subtle, Bill. Real subtle." "Hey, I’m getting into character. You want the presents or not?" Molly sighed. "Fine. Just don’t overdo it." As they approached the crowd of giggling children, Bill suddenly clutched his chest. "Oh no! My heart! I think I’m having a—" Molly grabbed his arm. "Too soon, Bill. Way too soon." Bill winked. "Just testing the waters. You ready?" Molly took a deep breath. "Let’s go make some magic."