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Molly checked the crooked backyard fence and said softly, "We need balloons quickly now," pointing at the small white door. Bill adjusted his ridiculous hat and answered carefully, "No, a van," checking the map twice more outside the old gate. Molly inspected the plastic wrapper and whispered quietly, "The presents are traps," while Bill polished a shiny old metal spoon. Bill nodded at the party tent and muttered, "Then we are traps," pretending to carefully inspect the old green lawn. Molly smiled and replied, "Great. Bring the glue," before hiding the bright yellow glue in Bill's long wide old coat. They watched the bouncy castle rise like a plastic mountain while the parents argued about terrible sticky red juice boxes. Molly mapped the snack table with her eyes, calculating the break into the children's present pile behind the vanilla cupcakes. Bill practiced his innocent face in a puddle, hoping the parents would mistake him for a very friendly lost uncle. A parade of toddlers marched past the window, waving napkins like flags, while their parents chased a yellow runaway duck. The plan was simple: wear funny hats, steal all the presents, and escape before midnight with big shiny glittery spoils.