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Molly leaned over the grimy diner table, blueprints of "Little Timmy's Birthday Bash" spread out. "Okay, Bill, we hit the party at peak chaos—cake time. I go in as Pinata Princess, you as Uncle Goofy the Magician." Bill slurped his coffee. "Genius! Kids'll swarm me for tricks. While they're oohing at the disappearing rabbit—poof!—I vanish the gift table into my magic sack." "Exactly," Molly grinned. "Twenty rich brats, parents loaded. Presents worth ten grand easy—Xboxen, bikes, that drone Timmy wants. We stuff 'em in oversized balloon animals. Float 'em right out the window!" Bill chuckled. "What about the rugrats? They'll cry bloody murder." "Pfft, bribe 'em with candy bombs. 'Who wants extra Skittles?' Boom, distraction. Then we trigger the fire alarm—parents panic, we slip away in the bounce house truck." "Risky with the clown car getaway," Bill said, munching fries. "But imagine the haul! Sell it all on the dark web." Molly high-fived him. "Heist of the century. No capes, just cake smears and kiddie tears. Let's suit up!" Bill nodded. "To the motherlode!" (198 words)