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Molly adjusted her Santa hat in the dim glow of the alleyway. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? The sign says ‘Happy 5th Birthday, Timmy!’ but the balloons look like they’ve seen better days." Bill squinted at the flickering porch light. "Course it’s the right house. The invite said ‘Timmy’s Epic Loot Extravaganza.’ That’s code for ‘free presents for the taking.’" Molly crossed her arms. "And you’re positive the parents won’t be home? Last time you said that, we ended up hiding in a closet for three hours while Mrs. Henderson knitted a sweater." Bill waved a hand. "Relax. The invite also said ‘Parents’ Night Out.’ That’s heist lingo for ‘the coast is clear.’" Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you. And I’m taking the good presents." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, the plan: I’ll distract the kids with my world-famous magic tricks while you swoop in and grab the loot." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Your magic tricks? You mean the ones where you pull a quarter out of someone’s ear and then eat it?" Bill shrugged. "Kids love that. They’ll be too busy laughing to notice you emptying the gift table." Molly rubbed her temples. "Okay, but what if one of them asks where their presents went?" Bill snapped his fingers. "Easy. We tell them the birthday fairy took them. Kids believe anything." Molly groaned. "The birthday fairy? That’s the best you’ve got?" Bill nodded. "Works every time. Now, let’s move. The party’s in full swing, and the piñata’s still intact. That’s our cue." Molly took a deep breath. "Alright, but if this goes south, I’m out. No more heists, no more kids, no more you." Bill clapped her on the back. "That’s the spirit. Now, let’s go make some dreams come true. For us." They crept toward the back door, the sound of children’s laughter growing louder. Molly paused. "Wait. What if there’s a dog?" Bill patted his pockets. "Got it covered. Brought a steak." Molly stared. "You brought a steak to a kids’ party?" Bill shrugged. "Multipurpose. Distracts dogs, feeds us if the plan fails." Molly shook her head. "You’re a genius, Bill. A absolute genius." Bill grinned. "I know. Now, let’s get in there before the cake’s gone."