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Molly studied the pastel balloon arch marking the suburban fortress. Rain threatened overhead. “We need disguises,” she said. Bill tightened his black gloves, smirking. “Clowns?” “Too obvious,” Molly muttered, scanning the guest list taped to the mailbox. Inside, children shrieked over a magician pulling endless scarves from a hat. Molly adjusted her oversized delivery uniform. The truck idled behind hydrangeas. Bill carried the empty duffel bag. They approached the side gate where a distracted parent handed out juice boxes. Molly flashed a laminated clipboard she’d printed at a copy shop. “Catering,” she lied smoothly. Bill followed, humming a birthday tune off-key. The living room exploded with primary colors and sugar-fueled chaos. A piñata dangled untouched. Presents towered beneath a glittering banner, wrapped in metallic paper and false innocence. “Forty-seven gifts,” Bill whispered, counting. Molly nodded, pulling the bag open. They moved like shadows through the noise, stuffing teddy bears, remote-control cars, and one suspiciously heavy box into the canvas. No child noticed; the magician had finally produced a live rabbit, and the room erupted. At the truck, Bill exhaled, locking the doors. Molly glanced back. Confetti stuck to her boots. “Best heist ever?” Bill grinned, revving the engine. “Only if we skip the cake.”<|end_message|>