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Molly unfolded a map across the laundromat dryer, pinning its corners with stolen cupcakes. The diagram showed the party house, a trampoline. Bill studied it upside down, which he claimed was his specialty. Outside, rain tapped the window like burglars. “The party starts at three, and the presents are stacked beneath the balloon arch. We enter disguised as entertainers, collect every shiny box, and leave before anyone notices,” Molly said. “I can juggle, provided nobody expects the balls to come back. You handle the gift table; I’ll distract the parents with my famous disappearing-cake routine,” Bill replied. Their getaway bicycle leaned against a vending machine, decorated with streamers and a nose. Molly checked her watch; Bill checked the cupcakes. One had vanished. He blamed gravity, though chocolate frosting marked his sleeve. “The children may be small, but their security team is fierce: one grandmother, two toddlers, and a dog wearing a sheriff badge. Stay calm, and nobody gets frosting on the getaway coats,” Molly warned. “What if the dog asks for my name? This fake mustache is shedding quite badly,” Bill asked. At the appointed hour, they marched toward the house, practicing waves and pretending the squeaking bicycle was applause.