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Molly slipped the cheap plastic mask over her nose and smirked at the whispering hallway. The birthday banners fluttered like nervous flags above the room, and the scent of frosting clung to the air like a guilty secret. Bill crouched behind the inflatable dinosaur, his gloved hand hovering over the stack of brightly wrapped parcels. He tapped a finger against the laminated schedule taped to the wall: twenty‑three minutes until the magician vanished and the cake was cut. “Ready?” Molly hissed, her voice a squeak through the mask. “Just three more seconds,” Bill replied, eyes flicking to the clock. Molly whispered, “Grab the glitter balloons, they’ll mask our footprints.” Bill muttered, “And the piñata—sweet loot for the getaway.” She slipped a tiny screwdriver from her pocket and began prying the latch on the side door, while Bill surveyed the treasure trove of toys and candy‑wrapped gifts. Their breath rose in shallow puffs, matching the jittery giggles of the unattended kids sprawled on the carpet. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, each present promising a small fortune in stolen joy. With a soft click, the door yielded, and they slipped inside, shadows merging with the chaos of balloons, ready to filch every ribboned box before anyone noticed the sudden disappearance of the party’s sparkle. They vanished like confetti in wind. Inside the hall, plush animals and candy bars glimmered under harsh lights. Molly stuffed a sack with the biggest teddy bear and a bundle of stickers. Bill slipped chocolate coins into his pockets, grin widening. They slipped past a half‑deflated clown balloon and out the back door, unnoticed as children chased bubbles while music thumped loudly everywhere now.