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Molly paced the warehouse floor, blueprints of the park crumpled in her grip. "Bill, this kids' party is our golden ticket. Presents stacked to the ceiling, bikes, games, the works. We sneak in, grab everything, and we're rich." Bill chewed his sandwich slowly. "Molly, stealing from children? That's a new low. How do we even get past the parents without looking like creeps?" "We disguise as the party clowns. Big red noses, floppy shoes, honking all the way to the gift table. No one questions the entertainment." "Clowns terrify kids now. We'll start a panic. Parents will pounce on us before we touch a single bow." "Then we pose as extra parents. I'll do the frantic mom look, you the bored dad scrolling his phone. Blend in, wait for the cake, then swipe." "I don't look like a dad. I look like a guy who lives in a van. They'll spot us instantly." Molly waved her hand. "Details later. We create chaos with a fake magician act. You pull scarves, I juggle plates, everyone laughs, we load the loot into a fake piñata." "I can't juggle or do magic. Last time I tried cards they flew everywhere. Kids will laugh at us, not with us." "That's the comedy gold, Bill. We trip over streamers, presents scatter, we scoop them while dodging the bouncy castle." "Bouncy castle? We'll bounce right into the fence and get stuck. This is amateur hour." "Amateur? We're professionals. We hire a real magician as decoy, he does the tricks, we empty the pile during the applause." Bill shook his head. "Hiring costs money we don't have. And applause? At a kids' party it's screaming and crying." "Perfect cover. Noise drowns us out. We use an ice cream van as getaway, kids run to it, we toss presents in the freezer." "Ice cream van at a birthday? They've got cake already. Parents will think we're competing vendors and kick us out." "Then balloons. Hundreds of them. Release, kids chase, we grab and dash through the park." "Helium's expensive and balloons float away. We'll be left holding empty strings while cops arrive." Molly grinned. "Cops at a party? Unlikely. Just moms with cameras. We jam phones with a cheap gadget, time it for candle blowing." "Gadgets from where? Dollar store junk fails. We'll be filmed anyway." "We recruit a couple kids with candy. Tell them it's a pirate game, they help carry the 'treasure'." "Using kids against their own party? That's monstrous. They'll tattle in seconds." "Not if we make it fun. They'll think it's the best game ever until we're gone." Bill sighed. "This whole thing is a disaster. What if someone gets hurt in the chaos?" "No one gets hurt. Pure slapstick. We slip on punch, chase involves unicycles we 'borrow'." "Unicycles? I can't ride a bike. We'll crash into the cake." "Even better. Cake fight as extra diversion. Frosting everywhere, we escape sticky but loaded." "Sticky and arrested. I say we wait till it's over and pick leftovers." "Leftovers? That's not a heist, that's scavenging. We need the thrill, the comedy of it all going wrong but working." They bickered on, Molly sketching wilder ideas like remote cars dragging small gifts, Bill shooting them down with practical fears of getting caught by a six-year-old's stare. Finally Bill muttered, "Fine, but if we end up in timeout with the kids, it's on you." Molly clapped. "That's the spirit. Operation Present Heist is on."