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Molly adjusted her mask outside the brightly decorated community hall. "Bill, the pinata bash starts at two, so we must move fast," Molly said. Bill checked his watch and grinned beneath his ridiculous fake mustache. "Relax, Molly, kids never guard presents properly, especially after cake," Bill said. Molly pointed toward a window where balloons hid a pile of glittering boxes. "That tower looks expensive, Bill, and I doubt any birthday clown supervises it," Molly said. Bill nodded toward the back door, which stood slightly open near stacked chairs. "Perfect, I will distract everyone by requesting a balloon animal, then slip inside," Bill said. Molly rolled her eyes and tightened her gloves with unnecessary dramatic flair. "You cannot make balloon animals, Bill, unless you plan to panic everyone completely," Molly said. Bill pulled a tiny pump from his pocket and winked with confidence. "Trust me, Molly, chaos is my favorite disguise, and those presents are ours tonight," Bill said. Molly stared through the window toward the unsuspecting children laughing inside. "Fine, but if a clown asks questions, you are handling him, not me," Molly said. Bill pushed the door. "Molly, grab the biggest box first and run when the music stops,"