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Molly crouched behind the garden hedge, watching balloons bob above the fence while children screamed, chased bubbles, and devoured cake inside the sunny yard. Bill adjusted his ridiculous clown wig and checked his watch twice. "The party ends at three, so we slip inside at two forty five." Molly shook her head and pointed toward the gift table stacked high. "No, we wait until the magician starts, because nobody watches doors during tricks." He grinned, revealing fake teeth, then pulled two enormous sacks from beneath the bushes. "I brought sacks, stickers, tape, and a getaway scooter painted bright pink outside." Molly stared at him, horrified. "Bill, a pink scooter screams suspicious, especially when presents spill everywhere across the street." He shrugged and offered her a party hat for disguise. "Fine, wear this hat, grab the biggest boxes first, and ignore the noisy toys completely." She snatched the hat, jammed it on, and peered through the gate again. Inside, the magician announced his final trick loudly. "When the rabbit appears, you grab gifts, I block the doorway smiling and waving very innocently." "Perfect, and if anyone asks, we are professional present inspectors hired by extremely concerned birthday parents." Both nodded silently.