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Molly hid behind the giant inflatable unicorn, breathing loudly again. “Bill, our party guests are small, sticky, loud, and rude.” Bill unfolded the backyard map beside the chocolate cake table. “That table holds our loot, cake distractions, and terrible frosting.” Molly tucked a small wagon handle inside her feathered vest. “We need a wagon for all these shiny wrapped treasures.” Bill examined the bright balloon arch like a tactical gateway. “If we exit under the arch, nobody notices a thing.” The clown honked a sad tiny horn, startling several parents. “Perfect, Molly, chaos always smells like popcorn and regret too.” Molly pointed at a mountain of paper, ribbons, and bows. “That pile deserves immediate rescue by professional gift thieves today.” Bill checked his gold watch, then adjusted a fake mustache. “Mustaches distract children, and confuse adults about our age range.” They crept toward the presents, stepping around discarded juice boxes. “Juice boxes are weapons, Molly, remember the sticky floor here.” The birthday child screamed, demanding another slice of chocolate cake. “There, distraction served, grab the biggest wrapped present box now.” Molly lifted the giant box, smiled, and whispered a plan. “Bill, we leave with all presents, cake, and one pony.”