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Molly adjusted her neon party hat, frowning at the blueprint of the bounce house. "The gifts are stacked under the piñata. We hit during the pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey chaos." Bill licked a sticky strand of cotton candy. "What’s the plan for, y’know, not getting arrested?" "The same as every job," she said, tossing him a pair of novelty mustaches. "Blend in. You’re my uncle Billy. *Charming*, but *not* charming enough to flirt with the cake decorator." "I’ll behave," he said, already grinning at a passing balloon vendor. "Just don’t let me near the slime pit. Last time I wore glow-in-the-dark goo, the police found me three blocks away… in a *different* slime pit." Molly rolled her eyes. "Stick close. When the clown starts his ‘surprise’ balloon act, we grab the presents and vanish." "Got it. But if I get trapped inside a giant confetti cannon—" "Then I’ll dislodge you with a glitter bomb. Now stop *sweating* on the party favor grenades." A toddler plowed into Bill’s legs, tugging his mustache. "Are you Batman?" "No, buddy," Bill said, slipping him a gummy worm. "I’m a *professional* gift smuggler." The child saluted. "Cool. Can I join the heist?" "Absolutely not," Molly hissed, dragging Bill toward the entrance. "We’re stick-and-ball thieves, not babysitters!" Bill whispered, "What if the piñata’s full of *money*?" "Then we’ll all be rich," she said, "and I’ll personally stuff you into a piñata." Behind them, the clown cackled. "Ladies, your timing’s *bursting* with potential!" They exchanged a look. "Phase two," Molly muttered. "Run." They sprinted into the chaos, Bill whooping as a confetti cannon exploded, burying him in foil. Somewhere, a child declared, "Aunt Billy’s stealing confetti! It’s, like, *part* of the show!" Molly heisted the presents, grinning. Some jobs were *way* less messy than others.