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Molly adjusted her fake mustache. "Bill, this heist is genius—sneak into that kids' birthday bash and grab every present under the balloon arch." Bill polished his lockpicks. "Yeah, but those rugrats guard their loot like dragons. We go as oversized teddy bears, right? Stuff the sacks full while they chase piñata candy." "Exactly," Molly whispered. "You cut the cake as a distraction—make it explode with frosting bombs—while I vault the gift table. Force fields of wrapping paper won't stop us!" "What if the parents catch on?" Bill fretted. Molly grinned. "Then we unleash the rubber chicken army from our vests. Chaos city! Presents fly into our van before anyone yells 'happy birthday.' We'll be legends, Bill—Outlaws of the Playroom." Bill nodded slowly. "Okay, but no stealing the unicorn toy. Too sacred. And if a kid cries, we leave a decoy sock puppet. Deal?" "Deal," Molly said. "Midnight strike. Fireworks for cover from the sparklers. We'll be rich in action figures and board games by dawn. Who knew heisting from children could be this hilarious?" They high-fived, maps of the party hall crinkling under neon lights.