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The dented minivan idled outside the quiet cul-de-sac, its engine purring so softly it blended with the crickets’ chirp. A crumpled bag of cheese puffs spilled under Molly’s scuffed white sneakers, and she held up a stolen birthday party flier—emblazoned with a sparkly unicorn and “Jasper’s 6th Birthday Bash!”—against her frayed denim jacket. “Here’s the plan: You’ll be the balloon guy. I’ll do face paint. No one will see us steal all the presents.” Bill slouched against the van’s door, twisting a scrap of latex balloon between his shaky fingers, his baseball cap askew. “What if a mom asks for my ID? Last time I played a clown, I forgot basic balloon dogs and ran off.” Molly tapped the flier against her knee, reaching for face paint sticks tucked in the glove box. “Use Bubbles as your name, say you’re fresh from circus camp. I’ll herd parents with free face paint for toddlers. We’ll grab the gifts in seven minutes, while everyone swarms the piñata.” Bill let out a nervous huff, staring at the house down the street where pink streamers peeked over the fence. “What if a kid catches us?” Molly slammed the van’s sliding door shut, grabbing the frayed canvas tote under the dash. “You dazzle them with a dumb joke. Try ‘Why did the teddy bear skip dessert? He was stuffed!’ Now move—we’ve got 15 minutes till candles.”