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Molly paced the cluttered basement, blueprints of the community center spread across a rickety table. Bill lounged on a beanbag, munching stolen donuts, crumbs dusting his fake mustache. "Listen up, Bill," Molly said, jabbing the map. "The party's at noon. Pinata, cake, squealing brats everywhere. We hit during the magician's act—distraction gold." Bill grinned, wiping his mouth. "Genius. I dress as the clown, you as a balloon animal. Sneak in, stuff presents in oversized shoes, waddle out." Molly snorted. "Oversized shoes? You'll trip over your own ego. No, we use the gift table. I'll decoy with a song about 'sharing is caring,' you grab the loot." "Sharing? Ha! Those kids won't share their snotty noses, let alone Teletubbies sets." Bill leaned forward. "What about the parents? Buzzkills with iPhones snapping pics." "Easy. Fake allergy attack—sneeze confetti everywhere. Chaos covers our exit." Molly sketched a getaway van labeled "Party Poopers Anonymous." Bill chuckled. "Poetic. But if a toddler clings to my leg?" "Kick it off gently. We're thieves, not monsters." She high-fived him. "This haul funds our Vegas spree. Operation Candy Heist is go." Bill saluted. "To sticky-fingered success!"