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The neon glow of the party lights flickered through the curtains as Molly crouched behind the potted fern. She adjusted her mask, its cartoon unicorn slightly askew. Bill peered around the corner, his eyes darting like a nervous squirrel. “Think they’ve got anything worth stealing?” he whispered, voice barely audible over the thumping bass. Molly shrugged. “If it’s not wrapped in glitter, it’s probably just more junk.” A balloon animal lay abandoned on the floor, its smile crooked. The kids’ laughter echoed from the living room, punctuated by the clink of plastic cups. “Remember,” Bill said, pulling out a tiny flashlight, “the gifts are stacked near the cake. Easy pickings if we move fast.” She nodded, checking her watch. “Ten minutes until the parents leave for the buffet. Then it’s chaos.” Bill grinned, revealing a missing tooth. “Chaos is our middle name.” Molly rolled her eyes but smiled. “Just don’t trip over the piñata again.” They both laughed, tension melting into camaraderie. The plan was simple: slip in, grab the loot, vanish before anyone noticed. Except, of course, the part where Molly accidentally knocked over a bowl of candy canes. “Oops,” she said, picking up a stray lollipop. Bill snorted. “Classic.” The party buzzed on, oblivious to the two shadowy figures plotting their next move.