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Molly adjusted her black ski mask and peered through binoculars at the backyard party. Balloons bobbed against the fence. A bounce house inflated like a colorful tumor on the manicured lawn. Tables overflowed with wrapped boxes and gift bags, each one a little prize waiting to be claimed. "So what's the plan?" Molly asked. "Simple," Bill whispered, crouching behind the azaleas beside her. "We go in through the side gate, grab the presents while they're cutting the cake, and get out before anyone notices." "What about the clown?" "I'll handle the clown." "You're terrified of clowns, Bill." "Only the ones that smell funny." Molly rolled her eyes. The clown was making balloon animals. Badly. A poodle that looked like roadkill. "And the piñata?" she asked. "What about it?" "We grab that too. Efficient use of the trip." "We're here for presents, Molly. Not candy." "I'm just saying, we're already taking the risk." "You're turning this into a production." Bill watched the clown collapse mid-cartwheel. A child screamed. Another smeared cake across his face like war paint. "Too late," Molly said, tucking away the binoculars. Bill grabbed her sleeve. "Wait—the bouncy castle." "What about it?" "Nothing. Just always wanted to go in one."