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Molly paced behind a dented dumpster, her trench coat flapping. Bill licked a sandwich, crumbs dotting his beard. “We’re going to hit the Henderson party,” she hissed. “Three hundred kids, a bounce house, a piñata. Perfect distraction.” Bill nodded, mouth full. “And the presents?” “Wrapped gifts, candy-filled loot, maybe a unicorn onesie. We’ll slip in, grab the boxes, vanish before the cake arrives.” “Vanish? What if a cop shows up?” “Cops don’t like kids’ parties. They’ll assume it’s a… a *clown incident*.” She rolled her eyes. “Focus.” Bill wiped his mouth. “What if the parents spot us?” “Then we blame the clown. He’s already over there juggling flaming torches.” “Right. But how do we get past the giant inflatable dinosaur?” Molly groaned. “Bill. We’re thieves. We don’t need to ‘get past’ anything. We *become* the dinosaur.” “By hiding inside?” “Yes, you imbecile. Now shut up and eat another sandwich.” He grinned, crumbs flying. “So… the plan is: dress as dinosaurs, steal presents, escape before the birthday boy notices he’s missing a kidney?” “Something like that.”