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Molly sprawled on the couch, tapping a finger against her chin. “Alright, Bill. We hit the party at six. Targets: presents. Exit strategy: chaos.” Bill whipped around, clutching a crumpled map. “Molly, it’s a *children’s* party. What if the parents notice? Or worse—what if the kids fight over the loot?” “Kids won’t notice until they see the cake,” Molly said, tossing a crumpled receipt onto the coffee table. “We distract them with a ‘lost turtle’—” “A *turtle?*” Bill gaped. “Who’s the turtle?” “The one in the corner. It’s a plush toy. We’ll ‘find’ it near the gift table. Panic ensues. Presents? Gone.” Bill squinted. “And if the turtle isn’t actually lost?” “Then we blame the clown. He’s already paid to scare children. Win-win.” He groaned. “What if the clown *is* the turtle?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Bill. Focus. We’re stealing from toddlers. Tact is overrated.” “Right. But what if they cry? I don’t want to be responsible for a sugar-crazed mob.” “Then we bring presents. Distribute them *after* we’re gone. Call it a… charitable gesture.” Bill blinked. “You’re evil.” “And you’re *terrified.* Let’s go. Bring the fake turtle. And maybe a snack. This is going to be messy.” He grabbed a rubber duck. “The turtle’s a duck. I panicked.” Molly smirked. “Progress.”