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Molly spread the party map across a sticky café table. “The presents are guarded by toddlers and one suspicious balloon.” Bill adjusted his bow tie, concealing a tiny grappling hook. “I’ll distract every child with my spectacular dinosaur imitation routine.” Molly asked, watching Bill roar; nearby spoons trembled, then resigned. “And if they ask why you’re wearing a cape today?” Molly tapped the emergency exit, marked with a smiling cupcake. “I’ll say I’m the entertainment, then retreat with wrapping paper.” Molly inspected their getaway cart, disguised as an ordinary stroller. “The baby is imaginary, but the squeaky wheel is authentic.” Bill checked his watch; it displayed a picture of cheese. “Midnight is optimal: cake causes sugared guards to nap immediately.” Molly frowned, noticing the invitation said party began at noon. “Then we’ll arrive early, before the system learns finger painting.” A glittery note fluttered down, warning them about the clown. “Clowns are harmless; their shoes merely conceal excellent storage compartments.” Bill packed disguises, bolt cutters, and seventeen tiny party hats. “We’ll blend in perfectly; I’ve always wanted a paper crown.” Outside, a kazoo sounded; both thieves began marching in formation. “We’ll steal every present, leaving only our decoy gift behind.”