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Molly studied the mansion through binoculars while Bill crouched beside a hedge dressed as a suspiciously lumpy birthday clown. Beyond the gate, children chased bubbles, parents guarded cake, and a magician produced rabbits with the grim confidence of a man hiding something. “The presents are stacked beneath the balloon arch,” Molly whispered. Bill adjusted his oversized shoes. “And the security?” “A golden retriever named Pickles.” “That’s not security. That’s lunch with opinions.” They crept toward the service entrance, Molly carrying an empty gift bag and Bill wheeling a cart labeled EMERGENCY CONFETTI. At the door, a toddler blocked their path, clutching a plastic sword. Molly knelt, solemnly offered him a rubber duck, and received passage in exchange for temporary knighthood. Inside, chaos roared. Bill scattered confetti as a diversion, accidentally triggering the magician’s trapdoor. He vanished waist-deep into the cake table, emerging frosted and furious. Molly reached the presents, where every box wore a name tag. She paused. One read: TO JAMIE, FROM GRANDMA. Bill appeared beside her, dragging the cart. “Problem?” “These aren’t loot. They’re birthday gifts.” “And?” “And we’re thieves, not monsters.” Pickles barked. Parents turned. Molly shoved Bill behind the balloon arch, then seized the microphone. “Attention! The clown is giving refunds!” The children stampeded toward Bill. Molly escaped through the kitchen with the presents, the cake, and a suddenly noble plan: return everything after charging the adults for delivery.