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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence of the lavish backyard. The sound of children’s laughter and the occasional squeal of delight filled the air. A giant inflatable castle loomed in the distance, and a piñata shaped like a unicorn swayed ominously from a tree branch. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bill muttered, squinting at the scene through a pair of binoculars. “A children’s party? This is your big heist?” Molly smirked. “Oh, come on, Bill. Where else are you gonna find a room full of unsupervised presents? Parents are too busy stuffing their faces with cupcakes to notice a couple of ‘party helpers’ slipping in.” Bill lowered the binoculars and rubbed his temples. “And what, exactly, is our cover? We’re the clowns? The magicians? The—” “Pizza delivery,” Molly interrupted, holding up a stack of empty boxes. “Who questions pizza delivery?” Bill groaned. “They’ll question pizza delivery when we show up an hour after the party started.” “Details, details.” Molly waved a hand dismissively. “Look, the key here is confidence. You walk in like you own the place, and no one bats an eye. Plus, we’ve got the element of surprise. Who expects thieves at a kid’s birthday?” Bill sighed. “Fine. But what’s the plan once we’re inside? We can’t just start stuffing presents into our pockets. There are, like, thirty kids in there.” Molly grinned. “That’s why we’re not taking the presents. We’re taking the gift bags.” Bill blinked. “The… gift bags?” “Yep. Every kid gets one. They’re all lined up by the door. We just ‘accidentally’ knock over the table, create a distraction, and—boom—we’re out the door with a hundred gift bags full of loot.” Bill stared at her. “You want to steal a hundred gift bags.” “Exactly.” “That’s… actually kind of brilliant.” Molly winked. “I know.” Bill hesitated. “But what if the kids notice?” “Then we blame the clown,” Molly said cheerfully. “Everyone knows clowns are shady.” Bill shook his head. “You’re insane.” “And you love it.” Molly nudged him with her elbow. “Now, are we doing this or not?” Bill sighed again, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling them you’re my sister.” Molly gasped in mock offense. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Alright, let’s go. And remember—confidence.” Bill adjusted his fake mustache. “Right. Confidence.” They straightened their shirts, took a deep breath, and marched toward the house, arms full of empty pizza boxes. “You ready?” Molly whispered. Bill grinned. “Let’s do this.”