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Molly spread the crayon-drawn blueprint across the getaway car's dashboard while Bill squinted skeptically. The target house pulsed with shrieking six-year-olds and a wobbling bounce castle threatening collapse. Their intel confirmed thirty juice boxes and a mountain of badly wrapped presents stacked beside the princess cake. "Bill, we need clown disguises, right?" Molly whispered. Bill tugged his striped socks higher and stared at the entrance guarded by a teenage magician. "Molly, dignity left when you rented that cupcake van." Bill muttered. The plan was simple. Infiltrate as entertainers, distract with balloon animals, then smuggle loot in empty gift bags. "Focus, it's strategic frosting camouflage." Molly hissed, dabbing sprinkles on his nose. Bill sighed, inflating a poodle that immediately popped, causing toddlers to wail louder than car alarms. Security was just one exhausted mom armed with a whistle and an impressive juice-box negotiation tactic. Molly checked her watch. The cake ceremony was their window, thirty seconds of sugar-fueled anarchy to execute the present snatch. Bill nodded solemnly, realizing they'd never stolen anything so sticky, loud, or likely to demand they stay for musical chairs afterward. They high-fived, donned squeaky shoes, and marched toward destiny, glitter, and felony-level party fouls. Finally ready.