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"Nice party, Mol," Bill said, peeling his face off the bedroom window and straightening his tuxedo. "Always does," Molly replied, adjusting her wig. "The Plushmans know how to throw a bash. Too bad they're loaded." "And too careless. The kid's birthday present is that exposed gift box under the table." "I noticed. Silver wrapping, expensive-looking. Probably got a new gaming console." "Exactly. And you saw the mom? Tipsy already. Won't even notice we're there." "I only care about the loot, Bill," Molly whispered, checking her watch. "Clock's ticking. This party doesn't last forever." "Relax, we've got it timed perfectly. I'll cause a distraction—spill punch, maybe trip the clown—and you grab the goods." "Subtle." "Works every time. Kids love chaos, right?" "Just get it done soon. I've seen better decorations on a kindergarten bulletin board," Molly said, eyes narrowing. "Ready?" As music blared from inside, Bill grinned. "With the finest VFX in the business—me."