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In the dim light of their hideout, Molly and Bill leaned in close. "We're breaking into the kids' party to snatch all the presents," Molly declared. "It's foolproof. Disguise as balloon twisters, create a giant giraffe, then twist the situation and grab the loot while they ooh and aah." "Balloon twisters? My fingers are too fat," Bill countered. "Better we pose as the face painters. Paint tigers on cheeks, paint ourselves as invisible, swipe the boxes unnoticed." "Invisible? That's magic talk. Let's be the magicians then. Wave wands, make presents vanish into our bags of tricks." "Wands are obvious. How about crashing as unexpected guests, the birthday kid's cousins from out of town. Hug everyone, hug the gift table empty." "Cousins might be recognized. Hide in the piñata instead. They whack it, we tumble out with candy and carry off the real prizes." "Piñata's tight fit. Use the bouncy castle as cover. Bounce high, spot the presents, bounce away with them in sacks." "Castle deflates. Final plan: Trojan cake. We bake ourselves in, delivered, burst forth in frosting, snatch everything, dash to the waiting ice cream van blasting tunes." "Deal. Kids get cake, we get rich. Comedy gold."