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Bill tugged his ski mask lower and squinted through the window at the chaos of balloons and frosting-covered children. "So what's the plan?" Molly slid out from behind a hedge, licking icing off her sleeve. "We wait for cake time, blend in, grab every gift, and slip out during the piñata distraction." "A piñata distraction? Seriously?" "It's foolproof. Kids go wild for piñatas. Bounce house opens too—total mayhem." Bill scratched his jaw. "What if they ask who we are?" "Say we're caterers. Nobody questions caterers at a children's party, Bill. Everyone's too busy managing sugar-high toddlers." "Fair enough." He paused. "How many presents are we talking?" Molly counted through the window. "Twenty-three boxes. Two wrapped bags. One suspiciously large envelope." "That envelope might be cash." "Even better. Cash doesn't need a receipt." A toddler waved from inside. Bill ducked. "Okay, I'm in. But I'm not eating that cake." Molly grinned and began picking the lock on the back door. "Suit yourself. More for me."