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Molly leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed. “Alright, Bill. We’re hitting the Henderson party in an hour. Twelve o’clock, gift table. Easy.” Bill adjusted his glasses. “Molly, there’ll be fifty toddlers, a clown, and at least three parents with cameras. How’s that ‘easy’?” “I’ll distract them. Cake incident. You grab the presents, we vanish.” “A cake incident? You once set a man’s wig on fire with a sparkler. Maybe don’t—” “Focus. I’ll fake a seizure near the punch bowl. You’ll sprint in, grab the loot, and we’ll meet at the getaway car.” “The car? That’s a minivan with cup holders. And why a minivan?” “Because it’s the only vehicle that fits a mountain of gift wrap without looking suspicious.” Bill groaned. “What if the parents notice us? Or the gift table’s guarded by a helium balloon animal?” “Then we improvise. Maybe I’ll do a backflip into the punch bowl. Adds flair.” “You can’t do a backflip.” “Watch me. Now, where’s the stroller you promised?” “The stroller? Molly, we’re stealing presents, not smuggling toddlers.” “Exactly. You’ll wheel it in as a ‘rescue’ from a ‘lost child.’ Distraction!” Bill sighed. “And if the real baby cries?” “Then we blame the clown.” They high-fived. “Perfect. See you in an hour, genius.” Molly grinned. “Don’t forget the glitter bombs. For… dramatic exit.” Bill facepalmed. “No glitter. We’ll smell like a craft store.” “Fine. But if this goes sideways, I’m blaming you.” “Likely story.”