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Molly rubbed her hands together with glee. “Okay, Bill, we hit the bouncy castle at exactly three-fifteen, right when they bring out the cake. Those little monsters will be hypnotized by sugar.” Bill frowned. “Molly, it’s a children’s party. There’s a guy dressed as a dinosaur handing out juice boxes. This feels… wrong.” “Wrong? It’s genius. We slip in as the hired magicians. I’ll yell ‘Abracadabra’ while you stuff the goody bags into the fake rabbit.” “I’m not being the rabbit again. Last time the tail got stuck in a fence.” “Fine, you’re the sad clown. I’ll be the sparkly assistant. We wait for ‘Happy Birthday,’ then—poof—we vanish with every wrapped box under the table.” Bill sighed. “What if a kid cries? I can’t handle tears, Mol. I once cried during a toy commercial.” “You big baby. We’ll leave one cheap truck so they don’t riot. The rest go in the van marked ‘Lost Property.’” “Lost Property? That’s your plan?” “Best I got on short notice. Look, we grab the presents, ditch the clown noses, and split the loot at the ice-cream truck. Deal?” Bill groaned. “If we get chased by angry parents, I’m throwing you under the bouncy castle first.” Molly grinned. “That’s the spirit. Now practice your goofy laugh. We strike at cake time.”