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Molly crouched behind the hedges, flashlight flickering as she scanned the backyard. The children's party was a pastel nightmare of balloon arches and cookie tables, a goldmine of plastic toys. Bill slipped his hand into his camouflage jacket pocket, checking lockpicks with a nervous grin. The night air smelled of sugar and fresh grass, and a faint giggle drifted from the patio doors. They timed the parents' bathroom break, the perfect window to slip in unnoticed. Tonight they would swap the gifts for cash, leaving kids bewildered at sunrise. The plan: enter, grab, exit, no alarms on the first light. Molly: "The front gate is left wide open after the clown leaves." Bill: "Good, we slip through, snag the presents, and vanish before the cake cuts." Molly: "What about the piñata? It could tip them off." Bill: "We'll drop it later, focus on the gift table first." Molly: "All the boxes are labeled, but we just grab everything, no sorting." Bill: "Got the night-vision goggles, so we see in the dark, no surprise." Molly: "Remember, the kids' nightlights will stay on, so we need to be quick." Bill: "We split up, I take left, you right, meet at the door."