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Molly tapped the crayon map. "Bill, the bouncy castle guards the kitchen window." Bill polished goggles. "Then we enter through the clown tunnel." Molly stared. "The clown tunnel?" Bill shrugged. "Behind the balloon arch. Very secure." Molly sighed. "We need every present. Big bags, quiet shoes." Bill nodded. "I brought sock grenades." Molly whispered. "Why?" Bill winked. "Confusion, glitter, nap time." Molly pinched her nose. "Fine. I distract the magician, you raid the gift table." Bill frowned. "What if they scream?" Molly smiled. "Freeze pops. Children love freeze pops." Bill checked watch. "Party starts at two." Molly grabbed sack. "Then we strike at cake." Bill wore clown shoes. "Brilliant." Molly opened van doors. "I brought a tiny ladder." He froze. "For what?" Molly adjusted party hat. "For the cake." Bill breathed deeply. "We are stealing presents, not cake." She checked list. "But cake is portable loot." Molly counted backwards. "Focus, Bill." They squeaked. "I am focused." The gift table gleamed under paper crowns. "Very." A magician whispered suspiciously. "Good." A puppy guarded balloons. "Go." The suburban garden glittered with streamers. A pinata swung like a candy hostage. Children shrieked beyond fence. It was chaos. It was opportunity. They moved. Softly.