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Molly spread the crayon map across the van floor, drawing a purple X over the bounce house. Bill polished his fake moustache, which he insisted made him invisible near balloon arches. The target was Timmy’s seventh birthday party, a fortress of frosting, paper crowns, and suspiciously alert grandmothers. Molly tapped the schedule. Cake at three. Magic show at four. Presents unattended during piñata chaos. Bill nodded, rehearsing his disguise as a confused magician. He had pockets full of candy, emergency streamers, and one tiny ladder nobody remembered stealing. Their plan involved three rules. No eating evidence. No joining musical statues. No letting Bill juggle, ever. Molly would distract parents with a clipboard and urgent clipboard energy. Bill would slip into the gift corner, bag the shiny boxes, and escape through the paddling pool if needed. Molly whispered, “We will strike during cake, before the piñata screams begin.” Bill replied, “Bring bigger bags, quieter shoes, and absolutely no more moustaches.” She rolled her eyes, because tomorrow’s newspaper headline already seemed ridiculous: local party plundered, only crumbs, one sad trombone, and a suspicious goat left behind. Still, presents would not steal themselves, and Molly had already packed cake insurance for birthday emergencies.