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"Molly, listen up, we hit the kids' party tomorrow at three when the cake comes out and all the little brats are singing," Bill said, leaning close. "Bill, yeah, perfect timing, we crawl through the back fence, slip past the bouncy castle, and nab those presents while the parents clap for the birthday boy who blows out candles looking all clueless," Molly replied, eyes gleaming. "Then we stash the loot in those cartoon bags I nicked last week, pretend we're clown helpers if anyone asks, and ditch before the pinata swings wide and kids go wild chasing candy," he added with a smirk. "Brilliant plan, Bill, but make sure you don't trip on the streamers or sneeze from the helium balloons because one wrong move and those sticky-fingered toddlers will tackle us harder than any museum guard." "Molly, relax, I got the rubber noses and oversized shoes ready so we look festive enough to blend, plus I'll whistle the Happy Birthday tune off-key so they just think we're hired entertainment." "Okay Bill, once the gifts are ours we scramble out the side gate, hide in the delivery van parked three blocks away, and laugh all the way to the pawn shop where those toys turn into cold hard cash before the ice cream truck even rolls up." "Right, Molly, no soft hearts from me, those spoiled brats won't miss a single wrapped box full of plastic junk anyway."