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The rain hammered the alley behind the bakery while Molly unfolded a birthday banner across their dented getaway van and Bill tried balancing three stolen cupcakes on one trembling spoon without dropping any frosting onto their carefully drawn map of the neighborhood community hall. "We hit the party at noon when the cake chaos peaks and nobody watches the gift table." She tapped the gift table twice with a candy cane pen. Bill adjusted his oversized bow tie, glanced nervously toward the inflatable castle on the map, and sighed like a man reconsidering every questionable career decision since kindergarten graduation day. "Molly, those presents are wrapped in glitter paper guarded by sticky toddlers and one terrifying grandmother." Molly grinned and produced two clown noses from her coat pocket, tossing one toward him with theatrical flourish. It bounced off his forehead, landed in leftover frosting, and rolled sadly beneath the passenger seat among old disguises. "Exactly. Nobody expects professional thieves to crawl through a bouncy castle wearing clown shoes and fake mustaches." Bill retrieved the sticky nose using two breadsticks, holding it at arm length while Molly pinned a bright route through the hall kitchen, past the juice station, and around the sleeping party magician scheduled for three. "My mustache itches already, and last time you made me dress as a magician rabbit." Outside, thunder applauded. Molly opened a notebook filled with absurd diagrams, including one showing Bill distracting children through interpretive dance while she replaced every present with identical boxes containing socks, lint, and politely apologetic handwritten notes. "You looked adorable pulling scarves from your ears while I emptied that entire toy store vault." Bill laughed despite himself, then immediately practiced looking innocent, an expression he had perfected during three library fines, one museum incident, and the regrettable afternoon involving a shopping mall fountain, twelve ducks, and borrowed roller skates. "Adorable does not pay rent, Molly, and this clown nose squeaks every time I breathe." Molly nodded approvingly and drew a large squeaky arrow toward the side door, which according to her cousin would unlock whenever the karaoke machine played the chicken dance loudly enough to rattle its ancient rusty hinges. "Perfect distraction. You squeak left, I grab right, and we vanish before the piñata drops." Bill studied the plan, rotating the map upside down, then sideways, hoping wisdom might appear. Instead he found Molly had doodled them triumphantly escaping atop a pony wearing sunglasses and a tiny leather jacket with pockets. "What about security cameras, balloon animals, and the suspicious dad filming absolutely everything on his phone?" Molly answered by loading two confetti cannons with the seriousness of a general preparing for delicious battle. "We bring confetti cannons, obviously, plus extra cupcakes for bribery and emergency getaway sprinkles." Bill considered the sprinkles, shrugged, and began practicing his most solemn tiny car driving posture immediately. "Fine, but I drive the tiny car." Molly extended her hand across the map. "Deal, partner." He shook it, sealing their ridiculous frosting scented bargain.