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The kitchen smelled of stale pizza and crushed balloons, a reminder that the neighborhood kids were already in the backyard for the dreaded “Pirates and Princesses” party. Molly lounged on a dented recliner, her trench‑coat flapping like a flag of mischief, while Bill fiddled with a glittery party‑horn that squeaked louder than his conscience. “We need a plan that outruns the chaos of sugar‑high kids,” Molly whispered, tapping her finger against the invisible countdown on her wristwatch. Bill whispered, “We grab the gifts, slip out, and vanish forever.” He scanned the yard, noting the oversized piñata perched atop a table like a sugary treasure chest. The host, a plump aunt in glitter, was busy coaxing toddlers into a “dragon’s den” made of cardboard. Molly muttered, “We need a distraction that sounds like a birthday cake collapse; otherwise the kids will sniff out our footprints faster than a sugar‑rush sprint.” Bill grinned, “I’ve got a whoopee cushion rigged to explode with confetti; that’ll buy us a few seconds.” They slipped into the shadows, rehearsing their synchronized shuffle, and imagined the gleam of stolen plush bears, tiny toy swords, and endless ribbons glittering under the moonlit garden lights. Mission almost complete.