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The plan sounded ridiculous, even to Bill, who mostly planned bank robberies by accident. Molly had spent three days studying the Hendersons backyard, timing the bouncy castle, counting candles, and photographing the mountain of glitter-wrapped presents stacked beside the barbecue like shiny loot. She tapped her notebook and waited for Bill to stop admiring his own disguise. Molly said, "Bill, we are not stealing birthday presents because we are greedy. We are stealing them because five of them are actually priceless diamond-encrusted toy watches hidden inside ordinary wrapping paper." Bill replied, "Right, and I am definitely not wearing this clown suit because the diamond watches match my eyes. The fence is still just a garden gnome, yes?" Molly whispered, "Correct. The guard dog is a tiny chihuahua named Biscuit who falls asleep whenever anyone plays a kazoo. We brought two kazoos, a ladder, and emergency juice boxes." Outside, eight children were already screaming, chasing each other around a cake shaped like a dinosaur while their parents pretended not to notice two suspicious adults crouching behind a hedge. Bill said, "Step one is the trampoline. Step two is the ladder. Step three is me pretending to be a birthday clown who lost his balloon. Nobody questions a clown carrying presents." Molly answered, "Except the real clown, who is currently entertaining everyone with balloon animals and a suspiciously large red nose. Also, we are stealing presents from children, Bill." Bill adjusted his wig, frowned at his reflection in a shiny pink scooter, and tried to look professional despite wearing oversized shoes that squeaked loudly on the pavement. Bill said, "Children are small, easily distracted, and terrible at security. One of them just asked if I was a magician. This is going perfectly, honestly." Molly replied, "Perfectly? You stuffed the presents into a laundry basket labelled evidence. The plan requires finesse, timing, and absolutely no glitter trails across the lawn." A birthday song erupted from the garden, candles flickered, and every parent raised a phone like a tiny spotlight aimed directly at the two thieves. Molly hissed, "Now. Distraction. Kazoo. Biscuit is dreaming. I will grab the watches while you grab the toy trucks and pretend they are valuable to some mysterious collector." Bill whispered, "Collector? I was thinking more of a museum, or a very fancy flea market. Either way, we split everything fifty fifty, including the juice boxes." They tiptoed forward, nearly tripped over a garden hose, and somehow arrived at the present table without alerting a single child, parent, or chihuahua. Molly said, "Wait, Bill, those are not watches. Those are jelly bean socks." Bill stared at the socks, then at Molly, then back at the presents while the children demanded more cake and the chihuahua began waking up slowly. Molly closed her eyes, counted silently to ten, and quietly reconsidered every life choice that had led her into a clown suit outside a birthday party. Bill whispered that jelly bean socks were definitely a collectible museum item for everyone.