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Molly crouched beside the van and whispered, “Bill, the guard at the door is basically a stuffed animal with a whistle.” Bill nodded, adjusting his fake mustache. “Then we’ll treat him like one—slow blinking, zero sudden movements.” Molly slid a gadget from her bag. “I brought the party-wrecker scanner. It reads squeaky toys, magical vibes, and cash boxes.” Bill frowned. “Cash boxes? This is a kids’ party.” Molly shrugged. “Kids have parents. Parents have credit cards. Credit cards have limits. We steal the limits.” Bill checked a clipboard. “Plan step one: blend in.” Molly held up matching paper crowns. “Step one complete. We look like adorable menace.” Bill pressed a button; the van door hissed open. “Step two: distract.” Molly grinned. “I’ll scatter confetti. You’ll trip the motion-sensor cupcake display.” Bill blinked. “Cupcake display?” Molly whispered, “They’ll never expect the chocolate to be the mastermind.” Bill inhaled. “Plan step three: collect presents, no collateral damage.” Molly raised a finger. “Only the shiny ones.” Bill opened his bag. “What about the sentimental stuff?” Molly’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll leave one note: ‘From us, with love and excellent timing.’” Bill sighed. “You’re worse than the villain in the piñata.” Molly leaned in. “Hush. I hear carols. That means the party’s open.”