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Molly’s narrow kitchen table was littered with blueprints of the Sandersons’ backyard, scraps of wrapping paper, and half-drunk mugs of instant coffee. Bill traced the route with a stubby finger. “We’ll go in through the trellis behind the bouncy castle while the clown’s doing his thing,” he said. Molly’s eyes darted over timings scrawled on the back of a birthday card. “The parents will be busy pouring punch. Any kid tailing us will be busy chasing balloons. The question is which gift pile looks most valuable.” Bill tapped a circled square. “The one under the blue tent—lots of big boxes, probably the richest relatives.” Molly nodded, tapping her watch. “We’ve got a four-minute window between the cake-cutting and the first present unwrapping. That’s our shot.”