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Molly pressed her palm against the fence, studying the house glowing with balloons and distant sugar-fueled screams. Her sequined mask glinted like a disco ball with a felony. Bill tripped over a flamingo, biting back a curse, clutching a duffel bag stenciled "Balloons" in orange. Inside, toddlers shrieked with joy that made Molly's teeth ache. She held up three fingers and glanced at the window where a dragon piñata swayed. "Phase one," Molly said. "Recon only. Phase two is the grab. Phase three is explaining forty bicycles to cops while we sprint through sprinklers." Bill peeked inside. "There's a bouncer. He's four with scissors." "Exactly. Low gravity, high volatility, craft supplies." "We're outgunned by crayons, glue, and screaming." Molly shoved a sack at him. "We enter singing wrong. We leave with the pile. Park behind the castle, not inside." "Already on the slide. Getaway ramp. What if they cry?" "Then we steal the tissues too." "Party hat?" "You're stealing Legos, Bill. Focus." Molly grinned. "Classic. Move before juice boxes happen." They crept toward the door, harmonizing a terrible version of "Happy Birthday."