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Molly paced back and forth in the dimly lit warehouse, her arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Bill sat huddled in a corner, nervously twisting a paper bag of stale donuts. “Alright, Bill. We’re going in tonight. The Johnson’s kids’ party. Pink balloons, a bouncy castle, and a mountain of unopened presents. We’re talking gold, Bill. Golden.” Bill looked up, his eyes wide. “Molly, it’s a *children’s party*. There are going to be, like, twenty kids running around. How are we supposed to—” “Simple. We create a distraction. I’ll dress up as a giant teddy bear. You’ll hand out fake cakes. While they’re all staring at the ‘teddy bear’ doing the hokey-pokey, we’ll slip in and grab the presents.” Bill blinked. “Teddy bears don’t do the hokey-pokey.” “Exactly. Confusion is key.” He popped a donut into his mouth. “And the presents are in the house? What if there’s a parent nearby?” “Parents are always distracted by cake smears and kid-induced chaos. Plus, the house is ringed with cameras. We’ll need a tech expert.” “Tech expert? Molly, the only tech I know is how to microwave a burrito without setting off the fire alarm.” “That’s why I hired a guy. He’s a *professional*. Named Derek. Or maybe it’s Darren. I forget. Point is, he’ll disable the cameras. We’ll have ten minutes. Maybe fifteen if we’re lucky.” Bill rubbed his temples. “What if the kid—” “Which kid? Steve? He’s got a peanut allergy. We’re not bringing snacks. Just presents. Allergies are a risk, but so is getting caught. We roll the dice.” “Or we could just—” “No ‘buts,’ Bill. We’re professionals. Well, I’m a professional. You’re the backup guy who once tried to rob a vending machine and got stuck for three hours.” “That vending machine *betrayed* me! It ate my quarter and didn’t even give me a snack!” “Focus, Bill. The plan is simple. Teddy bear distraction, fake cakes, Derek disables cameras, we grab presents, we vanish. No one even knows what hit them.” Bill nodded slowly. “And the fake cakes—” “Are filled with glitter. It’ll look like a cake explosion. Kids love that. Parents? Not so much. Perfect chaos.” “Glitter is in *everything* now. What if someone notices?” “They won’t. It’s a kids’ party. Everything’s already covered in glitter. It’s practically a costume.” Bill sighed. “What if the parents team up and corner us?” “Then we run. Or we bribe them with leftover donuts. You’ve got skills, Bill. Don’t underestimate the donut card.” He grinned despite himself. “The donut card. Right. Okay. So, Derek—or Darren—disables cameras, we sneak in, grab presents, and you—” “I’ll be the teddy bear. You’ll be the cake guy. We stick to the plan.” “And if things go sideways?” “We improvise. Remember the rubber duck incident?” “Don’t remind me. I still have nightmares about that mall Santa costume.” “Exactly. You survived. We’ll survive this. Now, let’s gear up. Time to become the most glittery thieves in history.” Bill stood, adjusting a tiny party hat from his pocket. “Just promise me if we get caught, I’m not the one explaining the glitter in the cake.” “Deal. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the duck.” They high-fived, the sound echoing in the empty warehouse. Outside, a distant squeal of a child’s laughter drifted through the air—probably from another party, or maybe just the sound of their plans coming together.