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The moon hung low over Maplewood Park as Molly crouched behind a hedge, her eyes fixed on the neon-lit birthday bash inside the community hall. A banner read Happy Birthday, Timmy! with glittering stars that seemed to mock her. She whispered into her phone, “Bill, you see the security?” Bill’s voice crackled back, “Yeah, three guards by the door, one in the kitchen with a cake knife. And a dog named Sir Barksalot guarding the entrance.” Molly snorted. “Sir Barksalot? That’s not a real dog. It’s probably just Mrs. Pritchard’s poodle wearing a tiny collar.” Bill chuckled. “Or maybe it’s a secret agent dog. Either way, we need a distraction.” She nodded, adjusting her mask. “What about the piñata? The kids will swarm it like bees to honey.” “Too risky,” Bill said. “If the piñata breaks, everyone’ll scatter. We’d lose our cover.” Molly grinned. “Then we make the piñata the star of the show. I’ve got a bag of confetti bombs in my backpack. They’re non-lethal but very loud.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Confetti bombs? You sure they won’t trigger the motion sensors?” “They’re party-approved,” she insisted. “Besides, what’s a heist without a little chaos?” He sighed. “Alright, but we stick to the plan. No confetti near the gift table. Those presents are our target.” Molly tapped her chin. “And the presents are stacked in the corner by the snack table. Easy pickings if we move fast.” Bill laughed. “Fast enough for you? Last time you said ‘fast’ and ended up buying us a kazoo army.” She waved a hand. “That was a tactical error, not a heist failure.” They paused as a child’s giggle echoed from inside. Molly leaned closer. “Bill, you think Timmy’s parents will notice missing gifts?” He shrugged. “Probably blame the dog. Or the piñata. Either works.” She smirked. “Or we leave a note saying ‘Sorry, we took your stuff because we’re awesome.’” Bill rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible.” “And you love it,” she shot back. A distant shout came from the hall—someone had spotted them. Molly stood. “Time to go. Remember: stay quiet, grab the loot, and vanish before the cake is cut.” Bill adjusted his gloves. “And if anyone asks, we’re just here for the cupcakes.” She grinned. “Exactly. Now let’s get this party started.” They slipped toward the gate, shadows blending with the night as the party’s music swelled. Inside, Timmy blew out candles while Mom and Dad laughed. Molly whispered, “Timmy’s not looking.” Bill nodded. “We’ve got five minutes before the next song.” They moved toward the gift pile, hearts racing. Molly muttered, “This is gonna be legendary.” Bill smirked. “Or at least a good story.” The night held its breath as they reached for the first present.