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Molly and Bill crouched behind a rosebush outside the birthdayhouse, binoculars pressed to their faces as kids shrieked and a clown juggled rubber chickens. "We've hit banks," Molly whispered, "but a piñata vault of presents? That's new blasphemy, Bill. Map the cake table first—gifts stacked like Fort Knox under that unicorn banner." "Easy entry," Bill grinned. "I bribe the magician with fake pigeons. You create chaos by 'accidentally' kicking the bounce house while I wheel the loot out in that giant gift bag shaped like a dinosaur." "What about the kids?" Molly flicked a leaf. "Little Timmy's got sticky fingers already defending his firetruck. We move during the candleblow—lights out for three seconds, grab everything, vanish before the parents notice their Amazon haul's gone." "Perfect. I'll distract with a trends parody song about most robbed parties ever. You bag the loot—wraps, bows, batteries included. Split's seventy thirty my way for the balloon animal intel I snagged." Molly punched his arm lightly. "Sixty forty, or I tattle to the cops about your last clown heist flop. Ready? Party starts in five. Children's laughter covers our getaway sneaks." "Deal. Let's make this birthday unforgettable—minus the presents." They fistbumped and slipped toward the gate.