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Molly crouched behind the garden hedge, watching balloons bob above the fence while Bill struggled silently with a ladder that seemed determined to escape his sweaty grip entirely. "Right, listen carefully, because this brilliant plan only works if you stop wrestling garden equipment and actually pretend you know what you're doing today, okay Bill?" He nodded solemnly, adjusting his woollen balaclava despite the heat, the sunshine, and several curious neighbours who were pretending not to stare at them both. "So I distract the children with magic tricks while you sneak inside, grab every present, and escape through the kitchen window without anyone noticing us?" Molly sighed, checked her watch, checked the party schedule she had stolen earlier, and wondered briefly why she never chose quieter, simpler, significantly less ridiculous partners. "Exactly, except your magic tricks cannot involve fire, rabbits, doves, confetti cannons, or that dreadful card trick requiring three hours and a volunteer from the audience." Bill beamed proudly, pulled a deck from his pocket, dropped it everywhere, and then froze as the birthday music suddenly started. "Perfect timing then, because nothing says professional thief like arriving fashionably late, covered in playing cards, and humming along to the birthday song."