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Molly crouched behind the bakery, studying the party decorations nearby. “The presents are guarded by six-year-olds and one suspicious balloon.” Bill adjusted his tuxedo, borrowed from a very short magician. “I brought disguises: cheerful uncles, though neither of us smiles.” Molly inspected the map, which Bill had drawn on napkins. “Your escape route ends inside the bouncy castle, Bill, again.” Bill frowned, remembering last week’s humiliating trampoline-related extraction attempt nearby. “That castle is strategically soft, and children rarely check underneath.” Molly whispered as a horn sounded; both thieves froze, startled. “We enter wearing party hats, then blend with the grownups.” Bill peered through hedges, where tiny sneakers marched in formation. “And if questioned, claim we’re delivering presents from the mayor.” Molly raised one eyebrow; their tandem bicycle waited nearby silently. “We steal presents, not toddlers; keep the bicycle pointed outward.” Bill nodded, although his hat featured spinning propellers and glitter. “Naturally. I shall distract everyone with my world-famous balloon animals.” A small voice called; Molly answered, startling both seasoned criminals. “No, we’re accountants, here to audit frosting and inspect cupcakes.” Bill’s propellers spun, scattering glitter across their carefully drawn blueprint. “Abort mission: the children recruited me to lead musical chairs.”