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Molly crouched behind the garden hedge, watching balloons bob above the fence while Bill unfolded a crayon map of the birthday house and smoothed it flat against the damp grass nervously. “We wait until cake time, then slip through the kitchen door and grab every present.” Bill nodded, adjusting his tiny party hat and checking the empty pillowcases they planned to fill. “What if the children notice us sneaking past the magician with sacks full of toys?” Molly grinned and produced two clown noses from her pocket. “We wear these masterful disguises, blend in perfectly, and nobody suspects cheerful clowns carrying presents toward exits.” Bill frowned at the bouncy castle blocking their escape route. “That inflatable fortress worries me because fleeing thieves and bouncing toddlers make a terribly noisy combination.” Molly pointed toward the side gate and the waiting getaway tricycle. “We roll out quietly during musical chairs, toss everything into baskets, and pedal away before anyone notices.” Bill saluted solemnly, then tripped over a garden gnome and landed facedown in sprinkles. “Perfect, though I still refuse to fight any child for the last shiny bicycle.” Molly laughed softly and shook her head twice. “Agreed, we steal only unattended gifts.”