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Molly adjusted her bunny ears and squinted at the party flyer taped to the community center window. "You sure this is the right place? The flyer says 'Under-the-Sea Adventure,' but there's no treasure chest in sight." Bill rolled his eyes. "It's a metaphor, genius. The presents are the treasure." "I know that," Molly scoffed. "But look—there's a clown out front handing out balloons. Clowns mean cops, Bill. History." Bill tugged his pirate hat lower. "Relax. No cop’s gonna suspect a couple of *literal* pirates crashing a kids' party." He checked his watch. "Show starts in ten. We go in as clown-enhanced looters." Molly groaned. "Clown *enhanced*? That sounds even worse." "Fine," Bill muttered. "We go in as *uncle* and *aunt* who got lost at the buffet." Molly brightened. "Now you're talking. I *do* look great in aunt energy." She patted her frizzy wig. "You sure about the escape plan, though? The dumpster’s sketchy." Bill tossed her a roll of duct tape. "Dumpster’s our best shot. We fill the bags, toss ‘em in, climb out the back door like normal guests. No alarms, no drama." Molly bit her lip. "What if a kid sees us?" Bill grinned. "Then we tell them to close their eyes and make a wish. Works every time."