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Molly adjusted her glittery party hat and peered through the bushes at the backyard full of shrieking kids. “Bill, I still say this is your dumbest idea since the great daycare diaper heist of ’22.” Bill popped a juice box straw into his mouth like a cigar. “Relax. We hit the gift table during musical chairs. Total chaos. Nobody notices two extra grown-ups in balloon pants.” “We’re wearing balloon pants?” Molly hissed. “I thought we agreed on clown disguises.” “Clowns are suspicious. Balloon pants scream ‘fun uncle.’ Big difference. Pass the juice boxes, I need more fake sugar courage.” “You’re going to drink yourself into a diabetic coma before we even breach the bouncy castle,” she muttered. “Priorities, Mol. Look, the birthday boy’s about to do the candle thing. That’s our window. I grab the big shiny ones, you create a diversion with the piñata. Classic misdirection.” Molly sighed. “If we get caught stealing toys from toddlers, I’m telling the cops you put me up to it.” Bill grinned. “Fair. Just make sure you stuff the getaway van with enough goodie bags to look like we’re parents. Ready?” “Ready to regret every life choice that led here,” Molly said, and they both stepped out of the bushes wearing matching balloon pants.