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They huddle behind a thorny rose bush, the tinny trill of a party clown’s kazoo drifting over the backyard fence. “Quit jiggling, will you?” Molly snaps, swatting Bill’s fumbling hand. “The kazoo just cut out completely—all the parents are glued to their cornhole scoreboard, not the messy gift pile by the picnic table.” “Last time we pulled a quick grab we stole a dented can of expired bean dip,” Bill’s voice comes out a shaky squeak. “This is a kids’ party! What if a sticky, snitch toddler tattles to their mom?” “Snitch toddler?” Molly snorts, nudging his shoulder. “The birthday girl’s too busy licking cupcake frosting off her bare knees and chasing a cat. Grab the wicker gift stack first, then that shiny neon remote-car box under the table legs. Bolt before they start the birthday song.” “But what if that fancy car has a hidden tracker?” Bill whispers, eyes darting to the glowing box. “My cousin said those big-box kid toys always have GPS now.” “Tracker? In a kid’s glow-in-the-dark unicorn-car hybrid?” Molly grumbles, peeking around the bush. “Bill, you put a plastic party spork in your cereal last Tuesday because you thought it was a precision lockpick. Just move already.” “What if the neighborhood golden retriever chases us?” Bill fumbles with the lockpick in his palm, face pale as a party streamer. “There’s no dog here—Mrs. Hale texted earlier she’s at the vet with hers,” Molly says, sharp with urgency. “Now move fast, because here comes the birthday boy with a water balloon, and he’s heading straight for this bush.”