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Molly and Bill crouched behind a dumpster near the bouncing castle, maps of the backyard spread between them. "Listen, Bill, we hit during the cake smash," Molly whispered. "All the little monsters will be distracted by chocolate frosting flying everywhere." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "Perfect. I'll zip-tie the clown first, bag the gifts while you disable the security nanny cam. Those ribbon bows are pure gold, Molly. We grab the bikes last." "Counterpoint: the piñata's stuffed with cash envelopes. Crack it after the presents. Remember last week's petting zoo job? That goat almost blew our cover," she said, grinning. "Yeah, but no dinosaurs this time, right? Just keep the kids circling the cupcakes. Slip in through the hedge gap at three o'clock, out the side gate by the ponies." Molly nodded hard. "Exactly. Fake invitations in our pockets, trash bags for hauling loot. Those unlocked garage doors will make the getaway sweet. We carica­ture the birthday boy later, split fifty-fifty." Bill chuckled under his breath. "This'll be legend. Kids scream over ice cream, we vanish richer." Their plan locked, they high-fived quietly and waited for the first party scream.