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Molly picks at a cherry lollipop pilfered from a corner store, gaze pinning the backyard party’s gift table—stacked with glitter-wrapped boxes flanked by a bobbing unicorn piñata. Bill shifts a crumpled blueprint in his lap, scuffing a scuffed white sneaker against the park bench’s splintered leg, his neon fanny pack slipping off one hip. A distant child’s shriek makes him flinch; he tucks the blueprint into his pack, glances at Molly’s chipped nail polish, adjusts his pack, squints at the bouncy castle where kids tumble quietly, completely unawares of their little impending silly gift heist. “You sure the cake’s fizzy distraction hits at 3 sharp?” Molly asks, popping her lollipop out to gesture quickly at the bustling venue. “Positive—my cousin’s the baker, slipped an extra carbonated layer to make it foam over and chaotic screams erupt,” Bill says, tapping his bulging pack. “What about the balloon-obsessed fluffy dog?” “I laced a peanut butter treat with mild sedative—he’ll nod off softly in 10 minutes,” he replies. “Lego set first or tiny gift bags?” “Lego’s top—my niece’s begged for it for months straight,” Molly says. “Escape tunnel’s under dandelions?” “Lawn gnome-hiding one—I dug it carefully last night,” Bill confirms.