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Molly adjusted her night vision goggles over the pointy party hat while Bill threaded his lock picks through a glittery gift bag. The backyard canopy swayed beneath frozen princess balloons, drowning out their rustling with the magician's grand finale shrieks inside. "We move when the clown pops the weasel," Molly whispered, straightening her neon bow tie. Bill nodded, smearing camo paint across his rented pirate costume. The trampoline cast long shadows over the slip and slide, offering perfect cover from the patio where tipsy parents clustered around Sangria pitchers. They had cased the venue for three sticky afternoons, memorizing the piñata schedule and the precise moment Mrs. Henderson retreated for her allergy pills. The cake table groaned beneath licensed wrapping paper, USB charging robots, and two unopened gaming consoles begging for resale on the dark web. An Elsa impersonator belted tuneless karaoke near the koi pond while toddlers screamed for bubble refills and more lemonade. Bill checked his stolen watch. Molly gripped empty garbage bags, her eyes locked on the mountain of prizes. Just four minutes remained until the goodie bag distraction. "Is the van ready?" he asked. "Frozen themed and twice as fast," Molly said. "Perfect getaway," Bill agreed.