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Bill’s knuckles whiten on the van window. “They’re kids, Molly. Tiny, judgmental humans with better hearing than a bloodhound.” Molly nudges him. “Relax, William. Glow sticks distract ’em. See the piñata? Noise clears the room. I’ll grab the presents under the door—Bow’s ‘Princess Unicorn’ is code for twenty bucks. Licks frosting off the cake… chef’s kiss.” Bill winces. “Mom comes back early? Last baby shower, she….” “*Ssh*.” Molly grins, tossing him a crowbar. “She’s in the kitchen. Time to goldbrick, Butterbean. Glitter waits.” He sighs, lips twitching. “Why? The dad bragged about ‘kid-proof’ security, posted the piñata—no thanks for the candy we left?” “Revenge tastes better than a stolen lollipop.” She pops the crowbar. “Move—before goodie bags run out of nerds.” They slip out. A toddler shrieks. Bill pauses. “Piñata now *ours*? They’ll cry over superhero stickers.” Molly already has it open. “Too busy. Let’s go.”