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Molly and Bill crouched behind a large oak tree, peering at the colorful party banner flapping in the breeze. The house before them was a flurry of activity—happy squeals and laughter drifted out from the open windows. "That's it?" Bill asked, adjusting his sunglasses. "We're robbing a kid's birthday party?" "Lower your voice! You'll blow our cover," Molly hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. "The loot's radish, Bill. Unsupervised presents galore, all written on fancy cards and wrapped in trendy paper. It's a treasure trove waiting to happen." "Chalk is good..." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But, are you sure this is legal? We could crash and burn on a bad rap." "Who's gonna notice, the birthday kid? He'll be too busy with the pony rides and the character piñata squashing!" Molly grabbed a pair of flashy sneakers and hat. "My stakes on the fence; worm into the party, load up under the radar, and bounce before anyone goes crackers." Bill sighed and shook his head, pulling on a goofy fox mask. "Guess my partner knows best. Must mean I'm the "unfortunately antimatter" then." "You got it, Billie boy," Molly flashed a smile before shoving him forward. "Time to ransack the Blankie!"