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Molly flattened herself against the bakery wall, studying the streamers that made the ballroom look like a unicorn had exploded. "We are walking into a sugar-fueled riot." Bill adjusted his cargo pants, which held three rolls of duct tape and a questionable bottle of hand sanitizer. "Exactly. Chaos equals cover. Kids scream over a dropped cupcake, parents chase toddlers in circles, and we vanish with the goods." The party started in twenty minutes. Molly held up a clipboard covered in glitter and suspicious stains. "Bill, there are forty presents. Forty. I counted through the window while pretending to admire a balloon arch." Bill rubbed his chin. "So we need a sack bigger than our regrets." "Two sacks. I already stole the laundry bags from the laundromat." Bill blinked. "That was Tuesday." "Preparation is a lifestyle." They crept closer, dodging a woman in a flamingo costume unloading a cake shaped like a dinosaur. Molly whispered, "Remember: in and out. No sing-alongs. No emotional attachments to the bouncy castle." Bill nodded solemnly. "I promise I will not hug the ball pit." Inside, the music pulsed. Molly produced lock picks and a stolen name tag that said Volunteer Helper. Bill carried an empty duffel and an expression of mild panic. "We split up." "Molly grabs east table, I grab west?" "Correct." Bill peeked through a crack. "There's a piñata shaped like a pirate ship." Molly grinned. "That sounds like a future problem." They slid through the service door, blending into the pastel madness, ready to ruin a very specific birthday.