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Molly leaned against the brick wall and unfolded her crumpled napkin blueprint. "Okay, so the plan is simple. We walk in, grab the gifts, and walk out." Bill squinted at the napkin. "And if one of the parents notices?" "Parents never notice anything at these things. They're all busy taking photos and complaining about the clown," Molly said. "Fair point. What about the kids?" Molly shrugged. "Kids won't care. They're eating cake. Everyone ignores you when there's cake." Bill nodded slowly, chewing his lip. "Alright, but what's our cover? We can't just walk into a birthday party empty-handed." Molly grinned and pulled a half-eaten lollipop from her pocket. "Who says we're empty-handed? We'll pretend we're the aunt and uncle nobody invited. Bring a gift for the birthday boy, blend in, then raid the stash when nobody's looking." "That's terrible," Bill muttered. "It's brilliant," Molly corrected. "Now dress like someone who genuinely wants to be here. And smile. Or at least try." Bill exhaled. "Fine. But if the clown gets suspicious, I'm leaving you with him."