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Molly leaned over the rickety kitchen table, blueprints of the backyard spread out like a treasure map. "Okay, Bill, listen up. The Anderson's kid turns five tomorrow—whole neighborhood's invited. Presents piled high under that piñata. We slip in as caterers, snag the loot during the cake smash, and poof, we're gone with a van full of Barbie dreams and Lego fortunes." Bill scratched his stubbled chin, eyeing the diagram. "Caterers? Molly, you can't even boil water without setting off the smoke alarm. What if some snot-nosed brat spots us? Kids are like tiny detectives with super senses." She grinned, waving a fake mustache. "That's why we go deluxe: balloon animals for distraction. You twist 'em into getaway cars while I stuff the bags. Parents'll be too busy filming the chaos to notice." He snorted. "Balloon animals? Last time I tried that, it looked like a deflated sausage. And the dog? That mangy mutt at their place barks at shadows. One woof, and we're piñata fodder—whacked by overcaffeinated moms." "Details, details," Molly said, punching his arm. "We dose the punch with sleepy-time herbs, blame it on the caterer—us! By midnight, we'll be fencing stolen teddy bears on the black market. Richer than a kid's piggy bank." Bill sighed, but smirked. "Fine, but if I end up in a clown suit, you're explaining it to the cops."