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Molly whispered urgently. "Bill, we hit that big kids’ birthday party next door tomorrow while the clowns distract everyone. All those shiny wrapped presents under the blow-up castle are ours for the taking. Easy haul, no vaults, no lasers." "Molly, stealing from little brats? That’s a new low even for our crew," Bill muttered back. "What if they cry and calling the cops with their sticky fingers?" "Forget the tears, Bill. Picture it: dozens of gifts, toys we can fence, maybe envelopes stuffed with cash from rich aunts. We dress as balloon animal guys, slip in with the entertainers, grab the pile, and bounce out the side gate before cake time." "Balloons? Seriously? We’ll look ridiculous," Bill said. "And the parents will notice empty spots fast." "Not if we leave decoy empty boxes, dummy. Hit during the pinata smash chaos. You stash them in the getaway minivan while I handle lookout with a fake giraffe costume. Total comedy gold and payday. No alarms, just pure chaos cover. We score big without breaking a sweat. You in or you chicken?" "Fine, Molly, balloons and all," Bill sighed. "But if a six-year-old tackles me, you’re bailing me out of jail."