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Molly crumples a neon children’s party invite; Bill jiggles a stolen lollipop. “You sure the party’s Saturday at 3?” Molly says. “Dead sure—kid’s mom yelled it at the grocery store while I swiped this lollipop.” Bill says. “Presents stashed where?” Molly says. “Pantry nook—she ranted about no kid touching ’em till cake time.” Bill says. “Distraction plan?” Molly says. “I’ll dress as a clown, fake a balloon pop panic to clear the living room.” Bill says. “Clown? You hate clowns—you cried at a circus when we were 12.” Molly says. “Hate missing a score more—you’ll slip through the back porch?” Bill says. “Back porch screen door I can pick in 10 seconds.” Molly says. “What about the terrier? He barked at me last week.” Bill says. “I got peanut butter treats—he’ll nap in 2 minutes.” Molly says. “Cake timer’s our cue to bolt?” Bill says. “15 minutes post-panic—stuff presents in the oak-hiding duffel.” Molly says. “Won’t you eat the treats mid-heist?” Bill says. “No promises—peanut butter’s my weakness.” Molly says. “Don’t mess up—these toys are worth a bundle.” Bill says.