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Molly adjusting the兔子耳 headband on her head while eyeing Bill’s wobbly mustache in the rearview mirror of a stolen minivan. The van reeked of glitter and something she hoped was condensed milk. “You’re supposed to be a balloon artist,” Molly said, rolling her eyes as Bill fumbled with a plastic sword meant for piñata smashing. “Not a sword juggler. The kids’ll eat you alive.” Bill grinned, his mustache twisting comically. “Relax. I’ve got this. ‘Presto!’” He whirled the sword, sending a streamer from the ceiling fan tangling around his ankle. “See? Ambiance.” The van shuddered to a halt outside a bounce house shaped like a dinosaur. Through the inflatable’s mesh walls, Molly could hear a dozen kids screaming over a magician’s patter. She checked her watch. “We’ve got twenty minutes before the parents arrive with cake. You disable the security system?” “Already did. From my aunt’s app. She baby-sits here. Borrowed her login.” Bill tossed a tablet aside, nearly knocking over a pyramid of party favors. “Also, I might’ve ordered three extra gift bags labeled ‘For the cool thief.’ Just in case.” Molly groaned. “You’re a genius. Or a liability. Let’s hope the motion sensors aren’t also linked to a clown with a megaphone.” They slipped into the bounce house, Bill immediately lunging for a bin of neon inflatable pool toys. “Cover for me! I need to wire the presents.” “Why not just grab them?” Molly hissed, dodging a flying foam ball as a kid screamed, “I’m gonna puke!” somewhere nearby. “Too obvious! I’m routing the gift cart’s wheels to a remote control. Scientific method!” Bill yelped as a child climbed onto his back, attempting to crown him with a paper tiara. Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. Distract the kids. I’ll—” A crash interrupted her. The magician had tripped over the gift cart, sending a cascade of wrapped dolls and robots spilling out. The magician, a gaunt man in a top hat, fixed her with a glare. “And this final trick… requires volunteer!” He gestured sharply, snatching Molly’s手腕 before she could retreat. Bill bellowed, “MOLLY! The sword! Now!” She pivoted, brandishing the piñata stick like a lightsaber. “Sorry, pal, but the real magic is this.” She jammed the sword into the magician’s prop box, sending a cloud of (non-exploding) confetti erupting over everyone. Chaos erupted. Kids squealed, chasing floating paper snowflakes. Bill seized the moment, zapping the gift cart’s remote. It rolled smoothly toward the bounce house exit—right into the path of a toddler riding a tricycle. “ABANDON THE CART!” Molly screamed, yanking a duffle bag over her shoulder as she vaulted over a pile of streamers. Bill followed, nearly getting snagged by a disco-ball net. They burst into the van, slamming the doors as parents’ voices echoed outside. Molly dumped the loot onto the backseat—mostly plush llamas and a Rubik’s Cube. Bill patted a gift bag triumphantly. “Don’t forget my emergency stash! I grabbed the magician’s top hat. Worth, like,二十 bucks.” Molly stared at the shrinking house in the rearview mirror. “We stole twelve party favors and a hat.” Bill grinned. “Consider it market research. Next time, we go for the cake.” She groaned. The van’s radio crackled to life — a voice announcing, “Did someone lose a mustache? Ask the clown by the—” They pealed out of the driveway, leaving glitter trails in their wake.