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Molly crouched behind the rhododendrons, peering through binoculars at the bouncy castle bouncing with sugar-crazed children. Bill adjusted his oversized clown wig and tried not to sneeze from the glitter floating in the air. “We go in during musical chairs,” Molly whispered. “Kids are distracted, parents are filming TikToks. Perfect window.” Bill nodded, clutching a comically large gift sack. “And the cake? That thing’s taller than my ex-wife. We could hide inside it.” “Focus, Bill. We’re not smuggling ourselves in buttercream. Grab the presents, swap them with the wrapped bricks, and vanish before ‘Happy Birthday’ finishes. Simple.” “Simple?” Bill snorted. “Last time we stole from kids I got chased by a murderous six-year-old on a tricycle. Little psychopath had a lightsaber.” Molly grinned, checking her watch. “Then we’ll be quicker this time. Ready to ruin some birthdays?” Bill straightened his polka-dot bowtie with theatrical dignity. “For the retirement fund? Always.”