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Molly pressed her back against the wall, adjusting her tiny mask next to Bill's oversized mustache. They'd spent three weeks casing the Johnson household, confirming that little Timmy's birthday bash would draw thirty-seven guests between four and seven. "You ready for this?" Bill whispered, turning the back door handle. Molly nodded, glancing at the stolen catering trolley. "We grab everything before anyone notices." They crept through the kitchen past juice boxes and mini pizzas. The living room glittered with streamers and a banner reading Happy Birthday Timmy. Beneath it sat a pyramid of wrapped gifts, each tagged with a child's name in crayon. Bill pulled out a diagram labeled Operation Gift Grab. Every box had been assigned a priority level. "We start with the big one," he muttered. Molly loaded the largest sack, elbows knocking a party hat off a chair. Somewhere upstairs a toddler cried, the sound carrying through the hallway like a warning siren. As they filled the last sack, a mother appeared holding cupcakes. Her eyes narrowed. "We're decorators," Molly said smoothly. The mother frowned but walked away. Bill grabbed the trolley. They vanished into the night, leaving only a crumpled invitation as evidence they'd been there.