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Molly leaned closer. "Right, Bill, we sneak in through the garden gate at noon, wearing clown costumes, carrying empty sacks, smiling like cheerful entertainers invited by someone's distracted auntie." Bill grinned widely. "Perfect, Molly, nobody suspects clowns, especially clowns juggling oranges while quietly checking which presents look expensive, heavy, electronic, or suspiciously shaped exactly like bicycles today." Molly nodded slowly. "We avoid balloons, streamers, frosting, and pinatas, because last time you screamed, slipped, landed inside cake, and escaped wearing sprinkles like glittering criminal evidence everywhere." Bill rubbed his hands. "Agreed, this time I distract children with magic tricks, disappearing coins, terrible jokes, and one heroic rabbit, while you swap gift tags with decoy boxes." Molly winked once slyly. "Inside those decoys place socks, homework worksheets, broccoli cookbooks, and polite notes saying thanks for celebrating generosity, then hide real presents inside our enormous trousers." Bill laughed quietly. "Then when parents shout surprise, we waddle out singing happy birthday backwards, bow dramatically, vanish behind hedges, split everything fairly, sell toys, keep cake, retire gloriously rich, and never ever attend another party unless cake is definitely included again for us plus mountains of chocolate biscuits waiting at home tonight for two brilliant thieves."