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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence of the lavish backyard. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? The last time you scouted a job, we ended up stealing a clown’s inflatable sumo suits." Bill wiped sweat from his brow, eyeing the streamers fluttering in the breeze. "No, no, this is it. The kid’s parents are loaded. Look at that bouncy castle. That’s not a *party*—that’s a *fortress* of opportunity." Molly squinted at the gift table, piled high with wrapped boxes. "And the security? A piñata and a guy in a chicken suit?" "Exactly! Low threat, high reward. We go in, grab the loot, and bounce before the cake’s cut." Molly crossed her arms. "What’s the exit strategy? We can’t just waltz out with armfuls of toys." Bill grinned, pulling a stuffed unicorn from his jacket. "Already thought of that. We blend in. You’re the birthday girl, I’m your weird uncle." Molly groaned. "You’re *always* the weird uncle." "Hey, it’s a look. Now come on—let’s make some *magic*." Molly sighed and adjusted her wig. "Fine. But if I have to eat any of that cake, you’re paying for my dental bills."