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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. The party raged behind the pastel fence, a symphony of shrieking children and off-key renditions of "Happy Birthday." She nudged Bill, who was busy stuffing his cheeks with stolen cupcakes like a chipmunk preparing for winter. "Focus," she hissed. "The piñata’s at noon. We hit the gift table during the chaos." Bill swallowed, frosting clinging to his chin. "What if there’s a clown?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Then we steal his shoes too." A balloon popped nearby, sending a toddler into a wailing spiral. Bill flinched. "This is worse than the bank job." "Because banks don’t have glitter bombs," Molly muttered, eyeing a suspiciously sparkly gift bag. Bill wiped his hands on his overalls. "Right. You distract the moms. I’ll grab the loot." Molly smirked. "With what? Your charm?" "Exactly." He puffed out his chest, then immediately tripped over a tricycle. The moms didn’t even look up from their phones.