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Molly and Bill crouched behind a plastic unicorn. The huge house pulsed with chaos. “Ready?” Molly asked. “Define ready,” Bill said. “I’m wearing an inflatable T-Rex suit with a tail I keep tripping over. If a toddler sees me, they’ll scream or demand a ride.” “You’re the distraction,” Molly said. “I’m the shadow. We slip in during the piñata chaos, grab the presents, and vanish.” “All the presents? There’s a mountain. Do we take the wrapped ones or the already-opened toys?” “Wrapped. Kids haven’t bonded yet. Lower guilt.” “What about the cake?” “Not on the list.” “Not one bite?” “Cake is a trap. Frosting is edible glue.” “Glue with sprinkles.” “Exactly. Stay focused.” “Molly, there’s a pony.” “The pony is a plot twist, Bill. Focus. You waddle in, yell ‘Piñata emergency,’ and I raid the gift table.” “Can I keep the pony?” “No. We are not stealing livestock today.” “Define livestock.” “Anything that poops in the getaway van.” “Fine.” “And if the birthday kid hugs me?” “You let them. Then you steal their soul and their LEGO.” “Harsh.” “Effective. On three. One—” “Wait, my tail’s caught in the—” “Bill, we discussed tail safety.” “You discussed. I ate a cupcake.” “Two.”