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Rain hammered the getaway van while Molly unfolded a blueprint drawn entirely in crayon across the dented dashboard. Molly whispered, "Bill, we hit the Henderson birthday party at noon tomorrow and steal every single present stacked beside that ridiculous chocolate fountain before anyone notices us." Bill stared at the tiny party hats she had stolen for disguises and snorted loudly. Bill said, "Molly, that plan is genius, but how do we get past twenty screaming children, two suspicious grandmothers, and a clown named Pickles?" Molly produced a squeaky dinosaur costume from beneath the seat and grinned wickedly. She declared, "Simple. You wear the dinosaur costume, I hide inside the giant cake, and we waddle out carrying gift bags like festive burglars." Bill clutched his stomach, remembering icing, chaos, sprinkles, and one furious magician. He protested, "I love it, although last time you ate half the cake before the actual heist even began, remember?" Molly shrugged, licked frosting from the blueprint, and circled the escape route twice. She replied, "That was tactical frosting reconnaissance, Bill, completely professional and absolutely necessary for science." Outside, thunder applauded their terrible brilliance as they rehearsed dinosaur dances, cake breathing, silent giggling, and suspicious birthday singing.