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The neon glow of a birthday balloon arch pulsed like a drunk firefly outside the party house, its reflection dancing on the rain-slicked pavement. Molly adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging in the cold night air. "Alright, Bill. We’re stealing a room full of toys like it’s a buffet, and no one’s gonna notice." Bill wiped his brow with a bandana, his eyes locked on the security camera mounted above the front door. "Easy for you to say. You’ve got the charm of a chihuahua in a clown suit. I’m the one who’s gotta distract the bouncer." "Oh, *please*. You’re the one who got caught stealing a piñata last year. Remember? The one with the *screaming* mariachi band inside?" Molly cackled, nudging him with her elbow. "I’m the brains, you’re the *brawn*—but right now, you’re the guy who’s gonna trip over his own shoelaces and wake up the whole block." Bill groaned, rubbing his temples. "Fine. But if I have to pretend to be a lost uncle, I’m charging you extra for the emotional damage." Molly grinned, tossing him a fake mustache. "Deal. Just don’t start crying when you see all those *unopened* action figures. We’re not here to *play* with them." She adjusted her mask, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But if you *do* want to keep one… I won’t tell anyone."