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"Okay, listen up," Molly hissed, adjusting her mask. "We hit the birthday bash at seven. No parents, no guards." Bill grinned, twirling a lockpick. "Easy money. The kids’ll be too busy opening gifts to notice us." "Right, but the presents are in the big red box by the piñata," she said, tapping her chin. "How do we get it?" "Simple," Bill replied, pulling out a crumpled blueprint. "We distract the mom with a fake allergy. She’ll run off, leaving the door open." "Good plan. But what if the kid finds us?" "Then we blame the dog," Bill said, winking. "Max the poodle’s got a nose for trouble." Molly laughed. "You’re ridiculous. What about the security cameras?" "Blind spot behind the cake table," Bill answered. "We slip past like ghosts." "Ghosts don’t wear sneakers," Molly teased. "Exactly," Bill smirked. "Sneakers make noise. Ghosts glide." She rolled her eyes. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you." "Deal," Bill said, holding up two fingers. "Now let’s go make some magic happen."