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Molly crouched behind a dumpster, her breath fogging in the cold air. “Alright, Bill, the plan is simple. We sneak in, grab as many presents as we can carry, and vanish before anyone notices.” Bill adjusted his ski mask, one eye visible. “Simple? Molly, that’s a kindergarten birthday party. Do they even have security?” “They’ve got balloons and a clown, but no alarms. We’ll blend in. I’ll dress as a waiter—you can be a frustrated parent.” “A ‘frustrated parent’? What if they ask me to leave?” “Then you yell, ‘I need to pee!’ and run. Classic distraction.” Bill sighed. “And the presents? How many can we realistically steal?” “All of them. It’s a *children’s* party. They’ll never miss half.” He pulled out a clipboard. “I’ve mapped the gift table. It’s… surrounded by parents. We’ll need a distraction.” Molly grinned. “I’ll set off a ‘cake explosion.’ Fake blood, glitter, the works. Chaos ensues—we grab gifts, vanish.” “Or we get arrested for terrorism.” “Worth it for the loot, Bill. Now, let’s move. And if you panic, remember: it’s just a bunch of toddlers and a guy named Steve.” He nodded, reluctantly. “Steve. Right. Let’s go make history.”