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Molly slinked behind the balloon arch, her eyes scanning the chaos of the backyard. The clink of plastic cups and squeals of toddlers formed a bizarre symphony that made Bill grin like a cat with a stolen fish. She nudged the oversized dinosaur piñata, testing its wobble, then slipped a lock‑pick into the pocket of her jacket. Bill crouched by the candy table, his fingers itching for the glittering wrappers. "First the gift table," Molly hissed, tapping a finger against the stacked presents. "Then the cake," Bill replied, eyes flicking to the towering frosting mountain. "Speed up, the kids will notice soon," Bill whispered. They moved like ninjas in oversized party shoes, ducking under a stream of confetti that fell like rain. The host chased a runaway clown balloon, giving them a perfect window. Molly lifted the tarp covering the gifts, exposing a mountain of wrapped boxes. "Watch the cat," she muttered. "Ready?" she whispered, a grin spreading across her face. "Now!" "Quick!" Bill nodded, his breath puffing in the cool night air. Together they hoisted the loot, their laughter muffled by the distant giggles of children, and vanished into the night, leaving only empty ribbons and a party planner.