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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 between the cake table and the gift pile. Bill adjusted his cap, squinting at the security camera mounted above the door. “So, you’re sure this is the plan?” he asked, voice low but urgent. Molly shrugged, grinning. “We’re here for the presents, not the kids. Besides, they’ll never miss the toys until after the piñata.” She pulled out a tiny flashlight, flicking it on to reveal a map of the room drawn on a napkin. “See? The birthday boy’s chair is the weak spot. We slip in through the supply closet, grab what we can, then vanish before anyone notices.” Bill snorted. “And if the parents wander off to check the cake?” “Then we improvise,” she said, tapping her chin. “Remember the distraction? The one with the fake fire alarm?” He groaned. “You mean when you set off the smoke machine and ran past them screaming ‘Smoke in the hall!’” “Exactly. They’ll be too busy looking at their phones to see us.” Molly winked. “Ready?” Bill nodded, adjusting his gloves. “Let’s make this the best heist ever.”