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“Bill, we gotta hit this kids’ party tonight. The presents are stacked like Christmas in July,” Molly whispered into her burner phone. “Kids’ party? You serious? Those little monsters will rat us out faster than a nanny cam,” Bill shot back. “Exactly why it’s brilliant. The parents are too busy with finger food to watch the loot. We sneak in through the bouncy-house flap, grab the bags, and bounce.” “Great. I get to waddle around in clown shoes while you swipe My Little Ponies? Pass.” “Grow up, Bill. You’re six-two and allergic to fun. Wear a party hat, smile like you belong, and nobody questions the doofus uncle.” “Doofus uncle? Last time you called me that I ended up babysitting a three-year-old with a kazoo.” “Precisely. You’ll fit right in. Distract the adults, I grab the haul. We’ll be gone before cake is cut.” “Fine. But if one more toddler asks me to make balloon animals, I’m out.” “Deal. Just don’t pop the bouncy house this time.”