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Molly crouched behind the hedge, peering through binoculars at the bouncy castle where tiny tyrants shrieked over balloon animals. Bill adjusted his ridiculous clown wig and sighed. “We hit the party at peak present frenzy,” Molly whispered. “Right after cake, before the sugar crash.” Bill grinned. “I’ll distract with my award-winning balloon giraffe routine. You swoop in like a raccoon with a duffel bag.” “Those kids are vicious, Bill. Last week one bit a piñata handler.” “Which is why I’m wearing three layers of bite-proof padding under the polka dots. We grab the mountain of gifts, bolt through the backyard, and vanish before ‘Happy Birthday’ finishes.” Molly checked her watch. “Target arrives in twenty. Remember, no eye contact with the birthday boy. He’s got the stare of a loan shark.” “Copy that. One clown, one raccoon, zero mercy.” Bill offered a fist bump. “Let’s go ruin some childhoods.” Molly bumped it, then zipped her bag of tranquilizer-laced juice boxes. “For the greater good. Or at least our greater bank account.”