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Molly squinted at the blueprint spread over a rickety table, her sparkly mask slipping to one eye. “The piñata’s angle’s off,” she said, poking a finger at a sticky corner of the paper. “If we hit it with that sledge, it’ll just spill cake. Kids’d cry. *Crying* attracts bees.” Bill adjusted his superhero cape, which was dotted with cake crumbs from lunch. “We’ll use the *talking teddy*,” he declared, tapping the plastic bear in his lap. It beeped, “Hug me, buddy,” and he winced. “It’ll sing ‘Happy Birthday’—distract ’em. Then we grab the loot and dip.” Molly sighed, but she was smiling. “And how’ll you open the bike box? That lock’s a *real* one, not a Kool-Aid cap.” Bill pulled a lollipop from his pocket, held it like a lockpick. “Practice. Hey, remember the time we tried to steal a pie? You ended up sharing it with a seagull?” “Marks my calendar,” she said, grinning. “Now, let’s check the guest list. *Twelve kids*. Twelve pairs of eyes. We’ll need—” “Disguises!” Bill boomed, hauling a princess dress from behind the table. Molly stared. “It’s *cute*! They won’t suspect—” “Of a guy in a *princess dress*?” She pointed at the teddy, which was now chewing on the dress’s tulle. “They’ll call the cops. *With a teddy witness.*” Bill deflated, then brightened. “We’ll just… steal the teddy first. Problem solved.” Molly rolled her eyes, but she was already gathering the sledge. “Yeah. Problem solved.” The door creaked. Somewhere, a balloon popped.