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Midnight draped the cul‑de‑sac in velvet darkness, the Higgin’s house windows spilling warm light onto the sidewalk like lanterns in a carnival. Molly crouched behind the hedges, her coat whispering against the pavement, while Bill lingered by the side gate, his fingers brushing the cold metal latch. “We’ve got one shot, Bill,” she whispered, “the glitter‑filled loot inside that birthday bash is ours if we move fast.” Bill answered, “Exactly, sis. The parents think they’re safe behind pastel curtains, but I’ve scoped the cake table — mountains of frosting and candy just begging for sticky fingers. We’ll grab everything and vanish before the candles die.” Molly flicked a stray ribbon off her sleeve, “Remember the plan: a squeaky toy over the fence for noise, then we slip through the side door while the clown juggles balloons. I’ll snatch the gift bag marked ‘One‑Year‑Old’ and tuck it into the duffel.” Bill grinned, “I’ll cue the strobe lights to flash as the DJ drops the cartoon anthem. The kids will think it’s a dance‑off and freeze. I’ll take the giant chocolate bunny — extra frosting makes it perfect.” Molly smirked, “If a balloon pops out of place we blame the hamster.” Bill chuckled, “And the kicker? We’ll leave a trail of glitter leading to the neighbor’s garden, pointing fingers at the gnome who steals socks.” The side gate creaked open, and they slipped inside, the hinges sighing like a secret. The hallway swarmed with balloons and streamers that fluttered like startled moths, the scent of vanilla frosting curling around their shoes. Molly tiptoed toward the present mountain, eyes scanning towers of wrapped parcels that glittered like candy. “Pick whatever looks like it could feed an army of grown‑ups. That giant chocolate bunny — extra frosting makes it perfect.” Bill replied, “Pick whatever, just shove it in the bag. We’ll split the loot over pizza tonight and toast to the sweetest heist ever.” They melted into the night, duffel thumping against their hips, the moon a silent witness to their sugary theft, the air humming with the echo of a birthday song that never ends.