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Molly paced, checking her watch. "Bill, you’re late. The party starts in ten minutes." Bill burst through the door, grinning, "Sorry, traffic! Got held up at the clown college. Turns out juggling chainsaws is harder than it looks." Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus. The target is the birthday boy’s room. Second floor, left window, slightlyajar." "Easy peasy," Bill rubbed his hands together. "I’ll shimmy up, unlock it, you toss me the grabber." Molly handed him a extendable claw. "And the silent alarms?" "Disabled. I bribed the clown, remember? He’s supposed to be leading the kids in a ‘musical chairs with whoopee cushions’ distraction downstairs. Loud, chaotic, perfect cover." Molly nodded. "Good. You go first. I’ll follow two minutes later, acting like a confused aunt looking for the bathroom." Bill beamed. "Brilliant! My disguise is flawless." He patted a terrible polyester jacket. "Who suspects a man wearing a neon green wig and mismatched socks?" Molly sighed. "Just don’t trip over the bouncy castle entrance on the way to the house." "Me? Trip?" Bill scoffed. "I’m as graceful as a cat on a hot tin roof. Speaking of cats..." "Bill, no." "Just one quick peek!" Bill insisted. "What if there’s a kitten gift? Can’t leave a kitten behind. That’s bad karma." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine. One peek. Then presents. Only presents. We grab the big ones first— Lego sets, gaming consoles. Leave the dollar-store trinkets. Less conspicuous." "Got it. Prioritize the loot." Bill started towards the door, then paused. "Molly?" "What?" "...What if the birthday boy sees me?" Molly sighed again. "You’re wearing a ridiculous neon wig and clown makeup, Bill. He’ll think you’re part of the entertainment. Now move! Before the clown runs out of whoopee cushions." She pushed him gently. "And for heaven's sake, be quiet on the stairs!"