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Molly adjusted her neon foam party hat, the elastic digging sharply into her scalp. Beside her, Bill wrestled with a bag of glittery confetti, his massive hands looking absurdly large against the delicate pastel wrapping paper of the decoy gift. They crouched behind a gargantuan, deflating birthday bounce castle that smelled faintly of sweaty socks and desperation. Outside, the cacophony of thirty screaming toddlers high on sugar signaled the prime extraction window. Molly squinted through the mesh window of the gift room, counting the pile of boxes labeled for the birthday boy. Her plan relied entirely on a synchronized distraction involving a rented clown and a very poorly secured cake stand. Bill wiped sweat from his brow, leaving a streak of cake frosting across his forehead. He checked his plastic digital watch, which was currently blinking a rhythmic strobe of red lights. The plan was chaotic, expensive, and deeply embarrassing for two career criminals. Molly nudged him with a sharp elbow, signaling the start of the final phase. Are you ready for this? Bill nodded grimly, gripping his duffel bag tight. For gold, maybe. For these plastic action figures, I feel pure shame. Molly sighed, ignoring his moral crisis, and kicked the castle door open.