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The afternoon sun hammered the tiny suburban street while two suspicious figures crouched behind an enormous inflatable flamingo across from number forty-two. Molly adjusted her binoculars and studied the garden where balloons bobbed, children screamed joyfully, and a mountain of wrapped presents glittered beside a chocolate fountain. Bill tugged her sleeve and whispered, “Pass the cake knife, Molly, we strike at noon.” Molly rolled her eyes so hard that her fake moustache nearly slipped into the lemonade she had stolen earlier from a passing toddler. She grinned and replied, “Only if you wear the clown nose again, darling.” Bill groaned, remembering last summer’s disastrous petting zoo robbery, the honking incident, three furious grandmothers, and a vengeful pony that still appeared in his nightmares whenever church bells rang. Their plan, scribbled on a napkin stolen from the ice-cream van, involved disguises, distraction jelly, one trained ferret named Kevin, and impeccable timing during musical chairs. When the music stopped, they would swoop inside, swap every present for identical boxes containing socks, and escape through the bouncy castle tunnel before anyone noticed anything except suspiciously disappointed birthdays. Bill nodded solemnly. “Deal.” Molly pocketed the binoculars, straightened Kevin’s tiny balaclava, and whispered, “Perfect,” triumphantly.