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"Did you hear that, Molly? They’re setting up the bouncy castle right outside the back door," Bill whispered, peeking through the hedge. "You're sure about this, Bill? It’s a bunch of five-year-olds hyped up on sugar," Molly hissed back, crouched beside him. "Exactly! The grown-ups will be chasing screaming kids while we slip inside. The presents are all stacked in the spare bedroom. Easy in, easy out." "Easy? What if one of those little monsters catches us with the loot?" "They’ll think it’s part of a clown act. We bring balloons, remember?" "Balloons? That’s your grand plan?" "Keeps it thematic. Every kid loves a balloon. We grab the presents, tie them to the strings, disappear." "Or we get tackled by tiny wrestlers in party hats. Again." "That was one time, Molly, and the hat barely fit me." "Still hurt my pride. Right, so we wait for the cake-cutting hour. Lights low, everyone distracted. You boost me through the window." "Got the crowbar?" "Inside the donut box. Looks innocent enough, just another sugar delivery." "You thinking ahead, I like it. But what if the dog starts barking?" "Mrs. Henshaw doesn’t allow pets. She says they shed on the cake. We’re clear." "Unless one of the dads is secretly a security guard moonlighting as party magician. Those guys have eagle eyes." "Then you distract him with your unbeatable balloon-animal skills. Make him a poodle. He’ll forget everything else." "You overestimate my artistry, Mol. Last time I tried wings on a snake." "Whatever. I just want to be out before they sing Happy Birthday. That song gives me hives." "We’ll hit the window at exactly 3:10. Cake’s sliced, chaos peaks, we’re golden." "And if the loot is heavier than we planned?" "Improvised sled. We ride the presents down the drive on the wrapping paper." "You’ve been watching too many cartoons." "Research, Molly. Pure research."