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Molly and Bill crouched behind the birthday banner, their eyes fixed on the clown juggling rubber chickens inside the balloon-packed room. The guest list was small, but the loot promised to be massive—stacked presents in bright wrappings, a pirate ship cake, and mismatched hats. Molly tightened her grip on the matching black duffel bags. "Two minutes inside the playroom, grab the big boxes and bolt," she muttered, "no balloon animals left behind." Bill nodded, adjusting the crowbar in his hoodie. "Kids' party security is a joke—just party hats and screaming," he whispered, "I say we hit the gift pile first, then the snack table for cover." They waited for the birthday song to hit its loudest note. The lights dimmed for cake-time, and the pair slipped through the paper-streamer doorway, heels skimming sticky carpet, their breath held like a secret.