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Molly crouched behind the minivan, peering over bright balloons toward the noisy backyard birthday chaos. "Did you bring the clown costumes and the big empty gift bags?" Bill adjusted his oversized clown wig nervously while clutching a sagging laundry sack. "Yes, plus the getaway tricycle and fake mustaches for disguise." She grinned wickedly, tapping the hand-drawn map of folding tables piled with presents. "Perfect, we crash the backyard party during cake and grab everything fast." Bill whispered, glancing at the screaming children chasing the bubble machine. "What if the kids cry or the magician tackles us again?" She rolled her eyes, smearing red nose paint across her cheek confidently. "Then we cry louder and demand extra juice boxes for pain." Bill shuddered, remembering bruises and confetti stuck in uncomfortable places. "I love stealing toys, but seven-year-olds fight really dirty." Molly snorted, hoisting the empty sack over her shoulder like Santa. "Relax, I packed glitter bombs, silly string, and total confidence." He sighed, tightening his suspenders as the birthday song started loudly next door. "Remember last time we got beaten up by a piñata?" "That was humiliating, so tonight we steal every single present first, okay my brave friend." They moved.