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The neon glow of the party ballroom flickered as Molly leaned against the wall, adjusting her tiny mask. "Bill, you sure this is the plan? We’re breaking into a *children’s* party?" she whispered, eyes darting toward the cake shaped like a giant teddy bear. Bill adjusted his gloves, grinning. "Relax, Molly. The kids’ll be too busy chasing balloons to notice us. Besides, the gifts are stacked in the corner—easy pickings." He paused, squinting at the door. "Unless someone’s watching. You think the parents know we’re here?" "Nah," Molly said, snorting. "They’re too busy pretending the clown isn’t actually crying over the piñata. Now, about the presents—how many do you think there are?" "Enough to fund our next heist. Maybe even buy a boat." He winked. "But first, we need a distraction. You remember the confetti cannon?" "Right, the one that’s supposed to go off during the cake cutting?" She nodded. "Let’s make it explode early. Chaos equals easier access." "Perfect," Bill said, pulling out a small device. "Just don’t blow up the cake. Mom’s gonna kill us if she finds out." Molly laughed. "Relax, I’ve got a backup plan. If things go south, we blame the clown." "Classic," he said, tossing her a bag of candy. "Now, let’s go make some memories."