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Molly pressed her eye to the grubby windowpane, the muffled sounds of a children's party – spontaneous shrieking, a slightly off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday," the eventual tinkling eruption of pure joy that usually accompanied the violent dismantling of wrapping paper – a symphony of distraction. On a table just inside, a veritable treasure trove of brightly coloured boxes sat unguarded, gleaming like some kind of innocent, sugar-fueled pirate hoard. This was the jackpot. Bill, bless his simple, thieving heart, was attempting a ‘stealth approach’ via a surprisingly vigorous crawl across the soggy lawn, a manoeuvre that unfortunately saw him collide directly with a particularly indignant garden gnome. He ended face-first in a thorny rose bush. Molly sighed, yanking him back by his collar. "Focus, Bill. Presents. That's the prize." Bill, spitting out a pink petal, nodded fervently. "Got it. Presents. But... did you scope out the cake situation?" Molly just stared, a single bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple.