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Molly adjusted her thief costume beside the bouncy castle, her gloved finger tracing the window where many wrapped presents waited inside beneath streamers. "We wait until the clown falls asleep. Then we take the gift pile, not the cupcakes. That tiny crumb incident remains shameful for any master," Molly said. Bill squinted at the invitation on a balloon, then pointed at the sugar crash table where chaos simmered between juice boxes and cake. "Do we knock, roll in, or fake a distant aunt? The toddlers notice everything, and the parents have phones. I would prefer a dramatic entry," Bill said. Molly checked the lockpick bracelet, then pulled a fake mustache from her pocket because disguises made everything more plausible and slightly illegal today. "The mustache is excellent, but it makes us look like we stole a dentist. We need a plan, not a theatrical beard emergency this afternoon," Bill said. The bouncy castle deflated with a sigh, providing conveniently noisy cover for two professionals about to commit crimes against children's gifts before lunch. "Perfect. Bill, you distract the parents with complaints about gluten, while I collect every gift tag and bow. We split afterward by usefulness, not sentiment," Molly said.