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The moon hung low over Maplewood Park, casting silver light on the inflatable unicorn bouncing near the party tents. Inside one of the brightly colored balloons, Molly adjusted her mask, its cartoon cat face slightly askew. She whispered to Bill, who crouched beside her, clutching a bag of lockpicks like they were precious jewels. “Alright,” Molly said, “the plan’s simple. We hit the gift table first. The kids won’t notice until we’re gone.” Bill nodded, his eyes darting toward the party entrance where a toddler wailed about missing a unicorn-shaped balloon. “Easy for you to say. You’ve never had to sneak past a room full of screaming toddlers.” Molly smirked, rolling her eyes. “Oh, come on. I’ve cracked safes in Paris. Toddlers are just… smaller vaults with more tantrums.” Bill chuckled, then paused. “But what if someone sees us? Last time, you nearly got caught by Mrs. Jenkins with her poodle.” “She was too busy arguing with the ice cream vendor to notice,” Molly countered. “Besides, this is way easier. No poodles, no ice cream, just presents.” A sudden burst of laughter erupted from the party area as a child tripped over a stray balloon. Bill winced. “Okay, maybe we should wait. That kid’s probably the lookout now.” Molly leaned closer, lowering her voice. “We could distract them. A classic misdirection move. Throw a candy wrapper in the air—” “Or just hand them a lollipop,” Bill interrupted. “Kids love lollipops. They’ll forget the whole thing.” She grinned. “True, but lollipops don’t vanish. Presents do.” Bill sighed dramatically. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming your ‘distraction strategy.’” Molly rolled her eyes again. “You’d blame me even if I accidentally set off the smoke alarm.” “Hey, that alarm saved my life once. It’s got personality.” They both laughed, the sound swallowed by the distant thump of a bass-heavy playlist. Molly checked her watch. “Twenty minutes till the parents leave. We need to move fast.” Bill pulled out a crumpled map of the park, marking their route with a red X. “The gift table’s behind the bounce house. Easy access, minimal guards.” “Except for the mom with the camera,” Molly pointed out. “She’s got the focus of a hawk.” Bill shrugged. “Then we’ll be quick. Like ghosts. Or… thieves.” Molly snorted. “Thieves with excellent timing and zero regard for parental supervision.” They stood in silence for a moment, the party’s chaos humming around them. Then Bill whispered, “Ready?” Molly nodded, adjusting her mask. “Let’s make this the best heist ever.” The balloons bobbed above them, their colors blurring in the night as they slipped toward the party, ready to turn a simple birthday into a tale of stolen joy.