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The inflatable unicorn leaned against the fence like a guilty suspect. Molly held a crayon map and a serious frown. “This is the greatest gift theft in history because every child receives something and we steal it while wearing suspicious tutus for maximum fun today,” Molly said. “The plan is madness because a birthday party is a fortress of noise and juice boxes and tiny hands that grab everything without apology seriously,” Bill said. Bill adjusted a pair of oversized gloves. They smelled faintly of glitter, bad ideas, and questionable decisions from last week. “We need distraction first, comedy second, and present hoarding third, because the birthday boy guards the gift pile with terrifying juice authority in his hands,” Molly said. “What if we enter as performers, hide the loot inside costume boxes, and blame the clown when chaos begins near the sprinkler system today now?” Bill asked. Molly pointed through a gap in the hedge. Small children swarmed a table piled with brightly wrapped gifts right now. “Excellent. I will charm the parents, you will charm the dog, and the dog will distract everyone with dignity while we collect the gifts soon,” Molly said. “Can dogs charm? I have never met a dog that did not lick a thief during a felony unless the felony involved a treat muffin,” Bill asked. A balloon escaped from Molly's bag and drifted above the roof. Nobody looked up except the birthday dog, which sighed. “Then our plan is dog assisted. We enter through the back fence, collect the presents, and exit like ghosts before anyone finishes cake too late,” Molly said. “Before cake is dangerous because sugar makes children hyper and adults suspicious and gifts suddenly disappear into napkins underneath sticky paper and glitter everywhere now,” Bill said. Bill stared at the dog. The dog stared back with the calm judgment of a retired police animal with dignity. “We use glitter. I have prepared a sack of fake magic dust that makes every witness briefly forget theft because children believe anything after juice,” Molly said. “After juice, they believe unicorns can fly, so your inflatable friend could become our getaway vehicle and treasure chest despite obvious legal issues for now,” Bill said. Bill pointed to the trap, which appeared to be a ball pit shaped like a suspicious volcano near the clowns. Molly nodded. “The unicorn is our extraction point because no one questions a pastel creature loaded with birthday loot at noon while pretending to deliver a cake,” Molly said. “But what about the piñata? It swings like a tiny angry monkey and hides weapons under paper confetti including possibly stolen treasure from previous years,” Bill asked. “Then we steal the piñata last. It is loud, fragile, and full of candy, which means it is perfect for maximum chaos and terrible timing,” Molly said. “If we fail, we claim it was a gift, and gifts cannot be illegal when nobody remembers who brought them during a suspicious birthday event,” Bill said.