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The living room buzzed with the muffled giggles of children trapped behind a mountain of balloons. Moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting a ghostly glow over the chaos. Molly crouched behind the couch, her eyes darting like a cat spotting a particularly plump mouse. Bill adjusted his glasses, squinting at the floor plan he’d drawn on a napkin. “So,” he began, voice low enough not to wake the nearest toddler, “the guard dog’s asleep. The window’s got a sticker that says ‘Do Not Touch.’” Molly snorted. “That’s not a security measure, that’s a *threat*. We’re here for presents, not your grandma’s antique vase.” He shrugged. “Either way, we’ve got ten minutes before the cake gets stale.” A distant shout echoed—someone had found a balloon shaped like a dinosaur. They froze. The party was slipping into pandemonium. “Focus,” Molly muttered, pulling a pair of gloves from her pocket. “We need to move before someone notices the glitter bomb in my bag.” Bill nodded, already calculating angles. “And if we hit the piñata first? Distract them with candy?” She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Only if you promise not to eat the loot.” Outside, a child screamed, “I want the unicorn!” They exchanged a look. Perfect.