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Molly paced the dim hallway, the echo of birthday balloons drifting from the next room. Bill leaned against the wall, munching on a stale donut while his eyes scanned the colorful posters. The house smelled of frosting and perfume, a perfect target for their peculiar heist. Molly whispered, “We slip in through the pet door, then slip the cake table and grab every present before the kids notice.” Bill replied, “I’ll disable the security camera with a magnet, and you handle the lock‑picking.” Molly added, “The kids will be distracted by the clown, so we have ten minutes.” Bill grinned, “If we get caught, we can blame the clown’s bad jokes.” The plan unfolded like a cartoon, each step absurd yet oddly thrilling. “Remember the exit route,” Molly warned, “the back garden is overgrown, perfect for hiding.” Bill chuckled, “And the dog will be busy chasing the piñata, so no squeaky alarms.” “Molly: We’ll stash the gifts in the garden shed, then vanish before the cake is cut, and quickly.” They exchanged a quick nod, then slipped into the party, their shadows merging with the streamers. The night was young, and the loot glittered like candy under the fluorescent lights.