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The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and yellow monstrosity dominating Mrs. Higgins’ prize-winning petunias. Molly squinted, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. Bill, meanwhile, was attempting to camouflage himself behind a particularly bushy rhododendron, looking less like a master criminal and more like a disgruntled shrub. Streamers, balloons shaped like cartoon dinosaurs, and the high-pitched squeals of delighted children assaulted the senses. It was, objectively, a nightmare. Molly tapped a pen against her meticulously drawn blueprint, a surprisingly detailed rendering of the party layout. She’d factored in the probable patrol routes of the hired clowns, the estimated speed of the sugar-fueled toddlers, and the structural integrity of the gift table. Bill emerged from the rhododendron, a twig clinging precariously to his ear. “Think they’ll notice?” he mumbled, scratching his chin. Molly ignored him, focusing on the precise moment the magician was scheduled to perform his disappearing rabbit trick. That was their window. A swift, silent sweep of the presents, a strategic retreat, and they’d be long gone before anyone even realized their carefully curated collection of Lego sets and sparkly unicorn backpacks was missing. It was, she thought, a stroke of genius. “Right,” Bill said, finally.