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Molly adjusted her ridiculous sequined gloves beside the inflatable castle while Bill pretended to enjoy a tiny juice box loudly. Molly leaned against the sticky inflatable castle beside the clown, pointed toward the house, and said, "The party starts now." The backyard party smelled of cupcakes, sunscreen, and terrible decisions, making their felony feel almost festive for two greedy adults. Bill crushed his juice box loudly, smiled like a raccoon spotting a garden shed, and replied, "Perfect. We take gifts." Tiny humans shrieked over a piñata, oblivious to two adults plotting felony gift theft, while a magician dropped a rabbit. Molly glanced at the wrapping paper mountains near the cake table, licked her lips, and asked, "Every colorful present today?" Molly checked the house windows while Bill checked his backpack and again counted previously stolen imaginary treasure from neighboring mansions. Bill checked his zipper, counted several tiny burlap sacks, and confirmed with greedy professional confidence, "Yes. Every wrapped box." A clown wobbled past, juggling rubber balls and existential dread, completely unaware he was blocking an escape route through cake. Molly paused beside the enormous bounce house, where a toddler was eating confetti, and warned loudly, "Parents will notice us."