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The neon lights of the children’s party buzzed like angry bees as Molly leaned against the brick wall, her eyes darting toward the open door. “Bill, you sure this is the plan?” she whispered, adjusting her mask. Bill adjusted his gloves, grinning. “Absolutely. The kids’ll be too busy chasing balloons to notice us.” He paused, squinting at the room. “Wait—what if they spot us?” Molly snorted. “Then we’ll blame the clown. Classic misdirection.” She pulled out a tiny flashlight, flicking it on. “See that pile of presents? That’s where we strike.” Bill nodded, tapping his temple. “Easy. But first, we need a distraction. Maybe the cake?” “Too risky,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Last time you tried ‘distracting’ with cake, the dog ate half the frosting.” He laughed. “Hey, that dog’s got taste.” Molly smirked. “Fine. Let’s go. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the clown.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Deal. Now, where’s the nearest window?” They slipped inside, the party’s laughter echoing behind them as Molly muttered, “This’ll be the easiest heist yet.” Bill grinned. “Easiest? You’re on.”