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Molly and Bill crouched behind the hedge watching the party. "Simple plan, Molly. We stroll in and grab the presents." Balloons swayed above tables covered with cake and juice boxes. "And nobody will notice two adults in bright party hats?" Children screamed happily while parents filmed everything with phones nearby. "Exactly. We smile, sing along, then quietly pocket the loot." A tower of brightly wrapped presents sat beside the door. "That bicycle is worth a fortune on the online market." Bill opened his backpack and revealed rope and gloves inside. "I brought my bag, rope, gloves, and a fake moustache." Molly stared at the moustache and raised one eyebrow slowly. "A moustache? Bill, this is a party, not a bank." Bill fixed the moustache above his lip with great concentration. "Disguise helps. Nobody questions a friendly man with facial hair." A clown arrived carrying torches and a tiny rubber chicken. "The clown juggles flaming torches beside the Jungle Gym thing." The cake candles flickered as the children sang together loudly. "Perfect chaos. We strike during the big cake cutting ceremony." Bill nodded toward the presents and waited for the signal. "Then we run. You carry cake. I carry the present."