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Molly crouched over a crumpled map, tracing a finger down the playground layout. "The cake table's near the bouncy castle. Perfect cover." Bill nodded, adjusting his fake mustache—a prop from a failed bakery job. "What if the parents notice us?" Molly smirked. "We’ll blame the unicorn floatie. ‘Accidental’ chaos." Bill winced. "That floatie costs seventy bucks." They exchanged a glance. "Worth it to steal twenty-three gift bags," Molly said. He finally grinned. "And the piñata?" "Distraction. You swing, I grab the loot." Bill saluted. "Yes, ma’am." Molly tossed him a glitter bomb. "Just don’t set anything on fire."