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Rain ticked against the bakery window while Molly and Bill crouched behind a stack of inflatable dinosaurs. The party glittered inside, guarded by a snoring magician and one alert grandmother. Molly unfolded a map drawn on a napkin, accidentally revealing a shopping list for twelve doughnuts. Bill tested the lockpick, which was actually a candy cane. Somewhere, a birthday song collapsed into enthusiastic screaming. They exchanged solemn nods. Their getaway vehicle, a borrowed pram, waited beside the alley, loaded with blankets and emergency pudding. Bill wore a fake moustache that kept sliding sideways. Molly sighed, then pointed toward the presents. “The cupcake gate opens after eleven, when parents become sleepy.” “I’ll distract the clown; you grab presents, especially enormous ones.” “What if children catch us hiding beneath the gift table?” “Then pretend we’re entertainment, and demand applause before escaping dramatically.” “Brilliant, except your last performance involved a fire extinguisher accident.” “That was rehearsal; tonight, I’m stealing only toys and dignity.” “I packed disguises: two balloons, a tutu, and suspicious eyebrows.” “The eyebrows are convincing, but the tutu screams financial desperation.” “Perfect; nobody suspects a desperate ballerina carrying forty teddy bears.” “Afterward, we split everything, including the batteries and moral consequences.”