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Molly unfolded the crumpled birthday invitation across the kitchen table. "We crash the party tomorrow and steal every wrapped present." Bill leaned closer while chewing a stolen cupcake very slowly. "Stealing from seven year olds feels bold even for us." Molly tapped the address circled in bright purple crayon twice. "Timmy invited everyone except the two most charming thieves alive." Bill nodded gravely and adjusted his ridiculous paper party hat. "My disguise makes me look exactly like a trustworthy uncle." Molly stared until he removed the hat with wounded dignity. "You look like a magician banned from three shopping malls." Outside rain tickled windows while distant thunder grumbled like Bill. "Then I shall arrive dressed as a harmless birthday clown." Molly wrote clown beside his name and underlined it twice. "Children fear clowns more than dentists homework and soggy broccoli." Bill considered this objection while juggling three oranges very badly. "Fine I will wear the inflatable dinosaur costume instead then." An orange rolled beneath the sofa and vanished into dust. "Perfect because dinosaurs love cake presents and extremely poor supervision." Bill drew the house using ketchup on a paper napkin. "We enter through the garden gate during the treasure hunt." Molly added stick figures representing twenty children and one grandmother. "Grandma Rosa guards those presents like a dragon wearing slippers." Bill drew Rosa breathing fire across his unfortunate ketchup dinosaur. "I will distract her using bingo cards and charming conversation." Molly raised one eyebrow higher than a kite in July. "Your charming conversation once distracted a goldfish into early retirement." Bill clutched his heart as if pierced by invisible arrows. "Cruel words from someone wearing socks decorated with tiny hamburgers." Molly glanced down and wiggled both toes with complete pride. "Back to business before you start crying into the napkin." Bill wiped his eyes and pointed toward the drawn presents. "We hide everything inside the giant pinata beside the door." Molly imagined candy raining alongside stolen bicycles and board games. "The pinata must roll quietly past parents cake and chaos." Bill sketched wheels beneath it using mustard from another napkin. "I installed squeaky wheels because drama improves every criminal escape." Molly confiscated the mustard bottle before he added unnecessary headlights. "Quiet wheels silent shoes and absolutely no kazoo this time." Bill gasped as if she had cancelled Christmas by memo. "The kazoo signals victory whenever our brilliant plan succeeds spectacularly." Molly wrote no kazoo and circled it three times firmly. "At three the magician arrives and everyone watches his tricks." Bill checked his watch which showed bedtime instead of three. "We grab presents load pinata and vanish before cake cutting." Molly folded the napkin carefully despite ketchup soaking her fingers. "If anyone asks we are professional present inspectors conducting audits." Bill practiced an official expression in the hallway mirror nearby. "This audit requires confetti evidence and immediate confiscation of toys." Molly laughed then stuffed costumes maps and gloves into bags. "Tomorrow we become legends unless Grandma Rosa defeats us first."