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Molly adjusted her black turtleneck and studied the party invitation through a magnifying glass made of cheese. The suburban backyard glittered with balloons, a dinosaur bounce house, and sugar-fueled chaos. She turned to Bill, who was blending into a hydrangea bush. "We enter through the arch," Molly said. "The clown has a key." Bill nodded, his face half-covered by a flower. "Grab the bike box." They crept through the hedge, stepping over napkins and a sparkly shoe. A toddler screamed joyfully near a piñata. Molly pulled out a toolkit of a hair clip, a rubber band, and moral ambiguity. She opened the back gate with a click. Inside, the party thundered with cheer. Presents wrapped in glitter lined the patio table like treasure guarded by six-year-olds and an enthusiastic magician. Bill pointed to a large box. "Quick," Molly said. "Before all cupcakes arrive." They stuffed coats with toys and fled through the hedge, leaving a lost balloon behind. The clown never noticed. Somewhere a child cried because they could not find their Lego set, but Molly and Bill walked away with thirty dollars in toys and a renewed sense of purpose.