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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, we’re gonna need a distraction,” she whispered, adjusting her glittery mask. Bill adjusted his cap, grinning. “Distraction? Like what? A fire alarm?” “No, no. Something… loud. But not too loud.” She glanced at the birthday boy blowing out candles. “What if we throw confetti?” Bill snorted. “Confetti? That’s it? I was thinking bigger—like a fake fire drill.” Molly rolled her eyes. “We’re stealing presents, not starting a riot.” “Exactly!” He clapped his hands. “We’ll make them think there’s an emergency. They’ll scatter, leaving the gifts unattended.” She smirked. “And you’ll slip in, grab every present, and be gone before anyone notices.” “Easy,” he said, pulling a tiny smoke bomb from his pocket. “But remember—no touching the cake.” Molly laughed. “Deal. Just don’t eat the evidence.” They exchanged a conspiratorial grin, ready to turn a cheerful party into their own personal treasure hunt.