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Molly leaned over the table covered in wrapping paper scraps. “Bill, if we’re gonna swipe those presents at the kids’ party, we gotta time it right when the clown’s juggling flaming torches.” Bill grinned and cracked his knuckles. “Yeah, yeah, but I ain’t crawling through no ball pit again. Last time I nearly drowned in foam. You handle the distractions this round.” She snorted and tapped the crudely drawn map. “I’ll fake a seizure near the cake table while you load the gifts into the getaway wagon disguised as an ice-cream cart. Simple.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “And if some six-year-old asks why we’re loading his dinosaur truck?” Molly smirked, pulling on a purple party hat. “I’ll tell him we’re the surprise entertainers moving props to the next gig. Works every time.” Bill chuckled, grabbing the fake mustache. “Alright, partner. Let’s make this the quietest kids’ party heist since the piñata caper.”