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They crouched behind the blue bouncy castle, its cheerful chiming soundtrack covering their whispers. “Alright, here’s the plan,” Molly said, unrolling a cartoonish map of the backyard. “When the magic show starts, we move in.” Bill peered at the map. “The ‘treasure’ is in a giant, shimmering sack labeled ‘Birthday Presents.’ It’s not exactly a high-security vault, Molly.” “Don’t underestimate it,” Molly hissed. “There’s a piñata watchdog. I saw it earlier—a very stern-looking donkey.” “That’s just a decoration.” “You don’t know its heart,” she retorted. “Your job is to create a distraction. Start the conga line.” “I hate conga lines,” Bill grumbled. “Exactly. No one suspects the man loathing the conga line. I’ll slip into the bounce house, grab the sack, and we’ll escape through the sprinklers.” “What about the hired clown?” “He’s my cousin. He’ll look the other way for a cut. See? We’re not monsters. We’re entrepreneurs.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But if that donkey moves, I’m out.”