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Molly spread the party invitation across the diner table like a blueprint, circling the address with a red pen. Bill leaned over, squinting at the crude floor plan she'd drawn on the back of a napkin. The backyard was easily accessible through the gate on Fifth Street, and the presents were stacked near the slip-and-slide like unguarded treasure. "We go in at 2 PM," Molly muttered, tapping the map. "Right when the dads are drunk on barbecue and the moms are arguing about napkin brands. The kid, Timmy, won't suspect a thing." "Trust me," Bill said, "they never suspect a thing." Molly snickered, picturing dozens of unopened toys, gift cards, and chocolate squirrels destined for theft. She'd brought the disguises: oversized garden gloves and sun hats. Bill suggested they pose as landscape consultants called Gil and Phil. They packed the duffel bag with a collapsible net for wrapping paper tubes and a sack for the plush dinosaurs. By evening, the plan was airtight—except for Molly forgetting that kids' parties sometimes have a bouncy castle. She crossed that complication off.