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Molly crouched inside the inflatable castle, her neon party hat askew, while Bill fumbled with a sonic lockpick noisier than a toddler’s rattle. Outside, a kazoo parade blared through the park. "You’re supposed to *vibrate* it, not *trombone* it," she hissed, yanking the device from his hand. The lock clattered open. Bill winced. "That was close. What if the piñata saw?" Molly glanced at the sagging fiberglass donkey drooping nearby. "It’s eight pounds of papier-mâché. Unless it’s been secretly training for the Olympics." She slid into the party tent, where glitter-coated gifts glowed under blacklights. Bill followed, tripping over a bounce house moat. "We just need to swap the tags," Molly whispered, plucking a unicorn-wrapped box. "Simple." Bill snorted. "Simple? We’re robbing a place that sells *happiness* as a service!" A sudden crash—a clown cartwheeling into view—sent them flattening against a stack of balloons. "Remember," Molly murmured, "we’re part of the entertainment. Act normal." Bill nodded, holding a stolen inflatable flamingo like a shrapnel shield. "I’m a *very* serious party starter." Outside, parents cheered. Somewhere, a piñata exploded.