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Molly carefully scanned the backyard sketch of the party house marking the present pile by the swing set while Bill practiced tiptoeing past imaginary toddlers in the cramped van making soft silly squeaks each time he stepped on a whoopee cushion leftover from abandoned gadgets. The muffled strains of birthday songs and squeals drifted over confirming the chaos that would mask their approach. As veteran comedy crooks they thrived on schemes this juvenile involving distractions like whoopie pies and floating latex barriers. Molly flashed a grin of pure mischief checking her watch against cake-cutting hour ensuring maximum cover. "We dress as giant presents and roll in unnoticed then load them into our getaway balloon stockpile," Molly said. Bill grinned adjusting his paper mask. "Brilliant but sticky tape?" he asked. They cracked soft laughs picturing oversized boxes bouncing free across the lawn with parents racing after them thinking it party magic instead of larceny. Yanking ribbon spools and shiny foil from a bin they padded the outfits with foam for bulk checking that the bounce castle fan would whir loud enough to hide the rolling clanks. Bill synced timers to the pinata smash creating dark confetti storms as perfect escapes while Molly plotted the gate run cloaked as a balloon sculptor ending the act. All locked for this goofy gift grab where stickers and dolls replaced diamonds.