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At midnight, Molly studied the party hall through borrowed binoculars. Paper stars trembled above windows, advertising tomorrow’s birthday with letters. Their target: every wrapped present stacked beneath the cake table. Their motive was rent; Molly nudged Bill, sharing concerns quietly. “The presents are guarded by six-year-olds and one suspicious balloon.” “I brought disguises, snacks, and a getaway tricycle with streamers.” Molly wore black, though her sweater featured conspicuous yellow ducks. Bill’s tricycle waited, its basket crowded with muffins and optimism. Their plan required quiet entry, gift collection, escape before cake. Molly checked the side door, which opened with one squeak. Bill lubricated it using butter stolen from a nearby picnic. Unfortunately, the hinges now smelled delicious, attracting a curious terrier. They waited while it investigated, then slipped inside like professionals. Cardboard pirate greeted them, brandishing foam cutlass with theatrical menace. Molly bowed; Bill saluted, nearly toppling from his tricycle helmet. Beyond, gifts formed a colorful mountain guarded by juice boxes. They filled sacks quickly, avoiding dolls whose eyes seemed judgmental. A toy car circled Bill’s ankle like an angry beetle. He froze as lights flickered on, revealing their excellent disguises. Molly’s ducks looked incriminating beneath the bright spinning disco ball.