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Bill squinted through the hedge at the backyard party. 'So we just... walk in and take them?' 'No, Bill. We execute a flawless extraction of the gift bag payload. There's a methodology.' Molly adjusted her party hat, which was slightly askew. 'Methodology? The gifts are in a pile by the bouncy castle. The only security is a dad on his third fruit punch. He's arguing with a toddler about the last slice of pizza.' 'A potential obstacle. But I have a decoy.' She pulled a whoopee cushion from her jacket. Bill stared. 'That's your master plan? A fart joke?' 'It's a psychological distraction. I deploy it, natural sounds emanate, chaos ensues. You acquire the presents.' 'Chaos? A kid sits, goes pfft, laughs, waddles back to the cake. That's not chaos, that's a Tuesday afternoon.' 'Fine, Mr. Heisenberg. Do you have a better idea?' Bill sighed. 'Yeah. We walk in together. We're both wearing party hats. We look like two uncles who got the party time wrong. We're nostalgic. We mingle. We grab a bag on the way out.' Molly paused, her mustache twitching. '...That's disgustingly brilliant.' 'See? A real heist.' 'Fine. But I'm keeping the cushion. For morale.' 'Keep it. But if you so much as look at that inflatable pirate ship, I'm walking.'