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Molly studied the invitation through binoculars, though the party was happening next door and the window was open. Bill adjusted his black sweater, which had tiny yellow ducks because the laundry had betrayed him. “Midnight, we enter, lift every present, and vanish before anyone notices.” “Excellent. If questioned, we’re the emergency wrapping committee, obviously.” They crouched behind a hedge while children sang the birthday song with the confidence of a fire alarm. Molly’s plan involved a borrowed cake trolley, a decoy kazoo, and absolutely no physical effort. Bill peeked over the fence. Inside, grandparents guarded the gift pile like seasoned palace sentries, while a toddler wore a paper crown and wielded a sticky spoon. Molly lowered binoculars, conceding the toddler’s tactical superiority. Then the party host emerged carrying a cardboard box marked DONATIONS. Molly’s gaze followed it to a sign: gifts would go to the children’s hospital. The thieves exchanged a look, then quietly rolled the empty trolley toward the cake table instead. Bill’s sweater snagged on the hedge, leaving one yellow duck behind like a tiny calling card. Beneath the moonlit garden fence, they escaped with two slices of cake, a kazoo, and a sudden, inconvenient respect for toddlers.