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Molly crouched behind the blue minivan across from Sunny Meadows Community Hall watching parents carry bright wrapped boxes inside while balloons bobbed wildly in wind. "That is a fortress of juice boxes and frosting, Moll, but I count at least forty presents stacked by the clown table right now today." Bill nodded solemnly while adjusting a lopsided clown nose that squeaked every time he breathed and made his fake caterer vest look even less convincing. "Relax, genius, we walk in with the extra cake, smile at the tired mom brigade, then load every truck shaped gift during musical chairs chaos." A small child in a pirate costume sprinted past them screaming for cupcake justice while a tired magician dropped his rabbit cage onto the sidewalk. "Musical chairs chaos is not a real cover, Molly, those kids are vicious and that birthday boy looks like he bites strangers for fun daily." Molly pulled out a crumpled floor plan drawn in crayon on a napkin showing the gift table beside the bouncy castle and the cake exit. "Bouncy castle is our Trojan horse, Bill, we deflate one side slowly, create a glorious distraction, then wheel presents out in the stroller van today." Bill stared at their getaway car covered in baby stickers with a car seat stuffed full of empty duffel bags and crushed goldfish crackers again. "I still think stealing from six year olds is low, even for us, can we at least leave the sad sock gift from grandma behind?" Molly snorted and tossed him a party hat with elastic that snapped painfully against his ear while parents inside began singing off key happy birthday. "Morals later, loot now, birthday boy gets like triple duplicates anyway, we are basically providing present recycling for over gifted suburban children everywhere today folks." Through the window they watched the clown twist a balloon giraffe that immediately popped and sent five toddlers into dramatic wailing despair at once loudly. "Perfect, crying toddlers mean distracted adults, I will pose as Giggles the backup clown while you crawl under the gift table for extraction quietly now." Molly grinned wickedly and produced two walkie talkies shaped like dinosaurs that only squawked static and random roaring noises when buttons were pressed hard today. "Code names are Princess Sparkle and Sir Poopsalot, if anyone asks your age, cry immediately, kids never question another kid having a beard seriously dude." Bill sighed deeply and pulled the rainbow wig over his balding head as sprinkles from a nearby donut truck drifted onto his fake vest slowly. "Fine, but if I get tackled by the birthday boy again like last year, you owe me extra juice pouches and full dental coverage forever." Molly linked arms with him and marched toward the blaring party music ready to steal joy, frosting, and every single poorly wrapped present inside today. "Remember, smiles wide, pockets empty at start, exit with cake in hand, nobody suspects the couple carrying triplets and twelve leaking goodie bags ever buddy."