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Molly spread the party photograph on the bench like evidence. "Bill, all the presents here will certainly be stolen today." Bill squinted at the birthday image with a tiny lens. "Molly, I see tiny chairs, cake, and the gift table." Molly tapped the cake shaped like a green cartoon dragon. "That dragon cake can distract every child except Bill today." Bill frowned loudly, because he hated being excluded from distractions. "We will need small hands, big pockets, and snacks too." Molly pointed to a clown sleeping behind the bouncy castle. "The clown snores like a loud lawnmower, which helps us." A tiny birthday girl waved at them through the fence. "She looks suspiciously like our perfect future accomplice in crime." Bill offered the tiny girl a lollipop with theatrical manners. "Molly, we should recruit the tiny accomplice standing right there." She whispered Pip and then hid behind a purple dinosaur. "Bill, that means our grand crime now includes one child." Pip considered this offer while examining a hairy rubber spider. "We cannot betray tiny trust, despite how awkward it is." Molly promised immediately, then drew the gift table from memory. "Three boxes here, two there, and one enormous red wagon." Bill adjusted a suspicious disguise made from one birthday hat. "We can enter as relatives, then vanish into frosting clouds." Molly studied the schedule for nap time and total chaos. "Nap time means parents relax, guards drool, and presents wait." A loud trombone sounded from inside, alarming a tiny cat. "That terrible instrument signals lunch, followed by pure pandemonium today." Bill tucked a tiny bag into a fuzzy bear suit. "This costume smells exactly like cake, shame, and old gym." Molly wore dark sunglasses despite the cloudless, boring morning today. "Sunglasses are absolutely essential for hiding guilt and cake eyes." The rusty fence gate rattled, revealing a small cake van. "The van means extra gifts, and possibly a distracted driver." Bill immediately imagined rolling presents away inside a little wagon. "We can easily claim the wagon belongs to a mascot." Pip happily pointed at a pinata shaped like a llama. "If we break that llama, bright confetti will cover escape." Molly checked a tiny map drawn carefully on one placemat. "The gift table sits between the bouncy castle and doom." Bill seriously considered that doom might simply mean sticky fingers. "Sticky fingers are our best friends, because they slow pursuit." A small siren chirped nearby, making Molly duck down politely. "Was that us, or merely a very anxious scooter today?" Bill checked both his pockets for lockpicks and wax crayons. "Crayons are necessary for fake birthday signatures, naturally and obviously." Molly unfolded a tiny gray backpack shaped like a dinosaur. "This dino can swallow gifts without making loud chewing sounds." Pip giggled loudly, then demonstrated by swallowing a plastic cup. "Excellent teamwork, Molly, let us proceed very quietly right now." They approached the birthday party with solemn, ridiculous, tiny courage. "Remember, no running unless the sleepy clown wakes up first."