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Bill fidgeted with his lockpicking tools, eyes darting around the bustling park. "This is insane, Molly. I've broken into museums, casinos—dynamic places—but a kiddie party? I feel like a villain in a foreign film." Molly adjusted her "party planner" name tag, grinning. "That's the point, Bill. No one suspects the man stealing candy from a baby's plate. The deal is almost too easy. We distract the parents, I slip the main presents into the diaper bag, and you hit the gift table." Bill rubbed his temples. "And exactly how do we do that? I don't speak toddler intimidation." Molly rolled her eyes. "Simple. We tell the kids ghost stories. Terrible ones. The kind that makes them hide under tables. Panicked parents scramble. Perfect chaos." "Your definition of simple keeps getting more terrifying. Did you forget I have a moral compass somewhere north of criminal?" "Did you forget we have rent due tomorrow? Focus, Bill. We need one story—scary, short, involving a rogue unicorn whose rainbow breath causes impeccable timing for petty theft." Bill sighed, tucking his tools away. "I'm not this guy anymore. The guy who laughs while stealing from children's parties." Molly patted his shoulder. "You will be. Now follow my lead and try to look less like you're casing the joint and more like you're considering sponsoring a cupcake."