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Molly studied the glittering streamers like a safecracker eyeing a vault. The backyard glowed with rainbow balloons and a banner declaring seven glorious years. “We’re stealing every present,” she whispered. Bill adjusted his black turtleneck, which made him look like an overqualified mime. “Kids scream loudly,” he warned. Molly grinned. The gate creaked open onto sugar-scented chaos. Clowns twisted balloon giraffes; a magician pulled endless scarves from a hat. Molly slipped through the hedge maze, ducking beneath a piñata dangling like a candy-filled warning. Bill followed, carrying a sack marked “Birthday Loot” in suspicious crayon. They reached the present table stacked with boxes wrapped in dinosaurs, robots, and glitter. Molly lifted a package vibrating with mysterious energy. Bill clutched a neon-green monstrosity. “Timing perfect,” he said. Molly nodded, pocketing her lock picks. They stuffed the sack—plush unicorns, remote cars, a suspicious tube of slime—while parents cheered a cake ceremony. The children howled with delight as candles flickered. Molly hoisted the bag onto her shoulder. Bill tripped over a party horn. They bolted through the side yard, past a sleeping pony and an inflatable castle, vaulting the fence into moonlight. Behind them, the party continued, oblivious to the vanished treasure. Molly counted mental earnings in joy. Bill examined a stolen yo-yo. “Worth it,” he muttered.<|end_message|>