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"Alright, so here's the plan," said Molly, adjusting the ridiculous feather boa she was wearing for "camouflage." "We waltz in pretending we're lost parents who left their strollers at Starbucks. Easy, right?" Bill squinted from behind a pair of oversized sunglasses. "What if they do fingerprint checks? I mean, it *is* a toddler’s birthday. You know—tiny plastic toys and even tinier hope." Molly rolled her eyes. "They’re not looking for two adults smuggling mini C4 into cupcake boxes. Just smile, act confused, and grab the loot when you least expect it." Bill nodded slowly, then pointed at her hat, which had “It’s My Birthday!” embroidered on it in glitter glue. “Do you really think this disguise is foolproof or just fool-pretty?” "Fool-pretty is my middle name," Molly said. "And no one questions someone with glitter authority." Bill looked down at his tutu, which doubled as a makeshift fanny pack. “I still think we could’ve gone with bakers.” “Nope,” Molly said, tapping the party invitation like it was a mission briefing. “Bakers come after setup is done. We need to be part of the event.” Bill sighed. “So, just to recap, the heist involves cupcakes, disco balls, and a kid with a microphone yelling about dinosaurs?” “Exactly,” Molly said, grinning. “And once we’re inside, no funny stuff. This is a **children's** event.” Bill gave a mock salute. "Sir, yes, sir," he said in a squeaky voice before bursting out laughing.