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Molly leaned over the moonlit fence and whispered, “Bill, tell me you brought the snacks.” Bill adjusted his black cap. “I brought the gloves, the crowbar, and an emotional support biscuit. Priorities.” “Good. Because nothing says professional thief like oat crumbs.” “Focus,” Bill said. “The party starts at three. Children. Clowns. A bouncy castle.” “Terrifying,” Molly said. “Especially the clowns.” “We slip in, mingle, and vanish with the presents.” Molly squinted at the house. “How many presents?” “Enough to make one child weep into a paper crown.” “Cruel, Bill.” “Efficient.” A burst of laughter floated from the yard, followed by a shriek of delight. Molly grinned. “Hear that? Untapped chaos.” Bill nodded. “The gift table is by the shed. I counted one golden retriever, two parents, and a suspicious man in a dinosaur costume.” “Ah,” Molly said. “The usual security detail.” “We cut through the bunting, lift the sacks, and exit through the side gate.” “And if we’re caught?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “We pretend we’re the entertainment.” Molly gasped. “Bill, you’re a genius.” “I know.” She offered her gloved hand. “For the children’s presents.” He shook it. “For the children’s presents.” “And,” Molly added, “for the biscuits.” “For the biscuits,” Bill agreed, and together they crept toward the party, smiling like villains and stepping carefully around the lawn gnomes.