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Molly hid behind the castle, watching colorful presents near the bounce house. We need a distraction—something really loud enough to make the kids squeal but not bring the parents running. Bill adjusted his fake clown nose, grinning as he quietly whispered the plan. How about a squeaky toy that sounds like a dying goat? Kids love absurd noises, especially when it honks. Bill chuckled, pulling a small speaker from his pocket and tapping it quickly. I'll rig it to the speaker under the table; when the music drops, the goat will scream. Molly nodded, scanning the lawn for parents while DJ eagerly cued next song. While they chase the noise, we swoop in, grab the presents, and vanish like sugar‑rush ghosts. Bill grinned, playfully tapping chin as he warned Molly about the frosting trap. Remember, no licking the frosting—it's a sticky trap. Molly laughed, eyes darting to the balloon arch where suddenly string threatened shoe. Only if you promise not to trip over the balloon arch or eat the cake. Bill shrugged, checking his watch as party music swelled, signaling perfect moment. Deal. Let's make this party unforgettable—for us. They slipped into the crowd, ready to steal the presents unseen.