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Molly and Bill huddle behind an overgrown hedge, watching the backyard children’s party. “Okay, playbook: slip through the side gate when the clown does his rubber duck magic trick, stack all the wrapped presents in your backpack, and bolt before the piñata even gets whacked.” “Playbook? Last playbook you had we stole a vending machine full of Skittles and got stuck in a mall fountain for three hours.” “That was a tiny mess. The dad’s manning the charcoal BBQ, the aunt’s yelling about kids getting cupcake frosting in the sandbox, and no one’s guarding the dining room piled full of presents. Perfect.” “What if the toddlers spot us? They’ll scream bloody murder, and I can’t handle high-pitched snot-induced panic.” “They’ll forget in two minutes flat. Last week I swiped a gummy bear from a toddler’s high chair, and she was over it by the time her mom wiped sprinkles off her face. Ready?” “Fine, but if we get caught I’m blaming you entirely. Also, can we grab the sugar cookie platter on the way out? I’m starving.” “One cookie. That’s non-negotiable. Now, stay down and stay quiet.”