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The moon hung low over Maplewood Park as Molly adjusted her black leather gloves, squinting at the neon-lit banner flapping above the children’s party tent. “Alright, Bill,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the distant squeals of kids on bouncy castles, “this is it. Operation Tinsel Takeover.” Bill leaned against a lamppost, chewing a toothpick with the focus of a man contemplating both greatness and possible jail time. “You sure this isn’t just another ‘kids’ birthday bash’?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Molly grinned, pulling out a crumpled blueprint stained with what might’ve been ketchup or possibly glitter. “Nah, this one’s got extra security. Mom’s got a laser grid around the cake table. Classic.” She tapped the paper where a red X marked the location of the presents. “We hit the gift pile after the piñata drops. Simple.” Bill snorted, adjusting his beret—a ridiculous accessory for a career criminal but somehow fitting. “Piñata? You’re telling me we’re gonna wait for some kid to smash a piñata full of cheap toys while we sneak past a laser grid? What if the parents notice the lights flickering?” He gestured wildly toward the party tent where balloons bobbed like tiny, oblivious zeppelins. Molly rolled her eyes. “Relax, Bill. The lasers are programmed to activate only when someone yells ‘Happy Birthday.’ And we’ll be in costume—disguises!” She pulled a neon green wig from her bag and tossed it at him. “Think of it as… stealthy festive chic.” “Stealthy?” Bill scoffed, catching the wig mid-air. “You look like a disco reject. But fine, costumes are good. What about the alarm system?” He pointed to a sign near the entrance: WELCOME TO THE PARTY! PLEASE KEEP OUT OF THE GIFT AREA. Molly’s grin widened. “Oh, that’s easy. We’ll just… compliment their decor.” She mimed a bow, then paused. “Wait, do you think they have a backup generator? Last week’s party had a power outage during the piñata phase. Kids cried.” Bill nodded gravely. “That’s why we need a distraction. Something loud. Something… festive.” Molly’s eyes lit up. “A karaoke machine! I’ve got a portable one in my van. We blast ‘Jingle Bells’ at max volume, then slip in through the service door.” She mimed singing off-key, making exaggerated faces. Bill laughed despite himself. “You’re insane. But… effective.” A sudden burst of laughter erupted from the party tent as a toddler tripped over a unicorn piñata. Molly clapped. “See? Perfect timing. Now, about those presents—how many boxes are we talking?” She flipped the blueprint open again. “The main pile’s under the rainbow arch. But there’s a secondary stash behind the snack table. Mom’s got a whole stash of store-bought gifts hidden there. Why?” Bill shrugged. “Because moms always do. It’s tradition.” He paused, then added quietly, “Besides, the kids won’t miss a few stolen toys. They’re gonna get new ones anyway.” Molly’s smile softened. “Exactly. We’re not hurting anyone. Just… borrowing. For the heist.” She tapped the blueprint again. “Alright, here’s the plan: you distract the parents with fake cake complaints. I’ll handle the lasers. We split the loot, split the profits, and vanish before anyone notices. Easy.” Bill raised an imaginary glass. “To easy.” Molly clinked her water bottle against his. “To easy heists.” They stood there for a moment, the party’s music swelling around them, until a scream pierced the air—probably a kid realizing their balloon animal had deflated. Molly groaned. “Ugh, that’s the third one this hour. Let’s move before the adults start investigating.” They slipped toward the edge of the park, shadows merging with the night as the party’s laughter echoed behind them, oblivious to the thieves closing in.