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Molly crouched behind the hedge, peering at the colorful balloons bobbing above the backyard fence while Bill fiddled with a comically oversized pair of pliers. The distant squeals of sugared-up children mixed with the thump of a bouncy castle. "We hit the presents at the exact moment they sing Happy Birthday," Bill muttered, checking his novelty watch shaped like a cartoon dinosaur. "I'll create a diversion with the whoopee cushion." Molly rolled her eyes. "A whoopee cushion? That's your master plan? These kids are hopped up on juice boxes and cake, not easily distracted by fart noises. We need something bigger." "Like what? Juggling flaming chainsaws?" Bill whispered back, adjusting his ridiculous fake mustache that kept peeling off. "More like the piñata," she said, scanning the yard. "I'll swing from it like a deranged spider monkey while you snatch the gift bags. Just don't trip over any toddlers this time." Bill grinned. "Last time was an accident. That kid was surprisingly fast." The birthday song began drifting over the fence. Molly nodded once. They slipped through the gate like shadows, ready to ruin the happiest day of some six-year-old's life in the name of larceny and questionable life choices.