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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 spot?” she whispered, adjusting her mask. “I swear I saw a guard take a nap by the piñata.” Bill adjusted his gloves, grinning. “Nap time’s over, Molly. The presents are stacked like a candy mountain. We hit fast, we hit quiet.” He pulled out a crumpled blueprint. “See here? The back entrance’s got a loose brick. Easy in, easy out.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “And if the kids wake up?” “They’ll think it’s part of the show,” Bill said, winking. “We’ll blame the clown. Classic misdirection.” She snorted. “You’re insane.” “And you love it,” he replied, tossing her a small bag. “Now, grab the laser pointer—we need to distract the dog.” Molly rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming your terrible disguise.” Bill chuckled. “Deal. Let’s make this the best heist ever.” They slipped inside, shadows swallowing them whole.