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Molly spread the party invitation across the dented kitchen table while Bill balanced three stolen cupcakes and squinted at the crayon map beside her quietly. "We strike at noon when the magician arrives because nobody watches presents while rabbits, balloons, confetti, and screaming children create perfect chaos for us thieves." Bill nodded solemnly, licked frosting from his thumb, then unfolded his ridiculous clown costume, complete with squeaky shoes, oversized pockets, and one suspiciously glittery beard. "I will juggle oranges, distract the parents, charm the grandmother, and quietly load every wrapped bicycle, scooter, dollhouse, and game into our van outside anyway." Molly snorted, circled the gift table twice, checked the garden gate, counted six exits, and stuffed twenty empty sacks beneath her sparkly pirate coat today. "Remember, no eating cake, no joining musical chairs, no adopting puppies, and absolutely no singing karaoke even if they play your favorite pirate shanty twice." Outside, rain rattled the van while distant balloons bobbed beyond frosted windows, and both thieves practiced innocent smiles in the cracked mirror above them together. "If anyone asks, we are professional entertainers delivering surprise joy, extra sprinkles, terrible jokes, and extremely suspicious generosity until the presents vanish completely tonight together."