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Molly adjusted her disguise while Bill studied the invitation through binoculars behind the hedge. The birthday house glittered with balloons, banners, and an unusually suspicious amount of cake. "We go in as clowns, grab the presents, and leave before anyone notices." Bill said. "I cannot be a clown. I fear balloons, clowns, and children who know magic." Molly rolled her eyes and pointed at the pile of wrapped boxes stacked by the door. "Then you carry the loot while I distract the parents with a fake cake." Bill whispered nervously. "What if they ask for a magic trick and we only know one?" She grinned and pulled a rubber chicken from her coat. "Then we do the chicken trick, which always works, surprisingly, every single time." Bill stared at the party poppers and whispered again. "Last time it failed and a toddler chased us screaming for pudding." Molly tapped the invitation and explained the plan in perfect detail. "We sneak in, stack presents on a trolley, and wheel them out innocently." Bill nodded slowly despite his obvious growing terror. "Fine, but I keep the biggest present then." Molly agreed, then both thieves advanced toward the house giggling very nervously together.