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Molly crouched behind the enormous inflatable bounce castle, carefully studying the treasure map she had drawn in purple crayon on a greasy pizza napkin from lunch. Bill squatted beside her, looking conspicuously suspicious in a trench coat three sizes too large and dark sunglasses despite the heavily overcast afternoon threatening rain. The Henderson's suburban backyard swarmed with sugar-addled toddlers wearing crooked paper crowns, their sticky fingers clutching leaky juice boxes like weapons of mass destruction while exhausted parents argued about organic cupcakes and gluten-free options near the stained plastic tablecloths. "The cake arrives at three," Molly whispered urgently, pointing toward the towering chocolate fountain glittering menacingly in the weak afternoon sunlight. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which kept sliding down his sweating nose, and questioned their collective sanity. "Hit the gift table," she commanded, producing a bulging backpack made of shiny silver mylar emergency blankets. "Are we absolutely sure?" Bill asked nervously, recalling the disastrous taxidermied moose incident and Princess the vicious Doberman. Molly ignored him, checking her digital watch. "We move now," she insisted, spotting the entertainment arriving. "Too late. Go now," Bill muttered, resigning himself to a life of petty crime as they slunk toward the glittering presents.