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At dusk, Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge outside a community hall, studying a hand-painted sign: CHILDREN’S PARTY, presents welcome, burglars discouraged. Inside, paper stars glittered, parents guarded juice, and a mountain of brightly wrapped parcels occupied the stage. Molly adjusted her striped scarf; Bill tested a toy kazoo, producing a noise like a duck discovering taxes. Molly whispered, “The party starts at three; we enter disguised as balloon artists, then quietly liberate every present before anyone notices our suspiciously enormous sack. Trust me.” Bill replied, “Excellent. I’ll wear the clown nose; children trust clowns, unless they recognize me from last year’s incident with the rented pony and missing cupcakes again.” Molly said, “We need a distraction: you juggle oranges while I announce the treasure hunt, leading the tiny guests toward the garden, far from their gifts temporarily.” Bill sighed, “And if a parent asks why our getaway van says FRESH TURNIPS, I’ll explain that vegetables are surprisingly good at escaping, especially on busy Tuesdays.” A crowned dinosaur watched through the glass with silent disapproval. A toddler waved through the window; both conspirators waved back, instantly adopting the guilty expressions of men caught stealing their own hats, quite badly.