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Molly crouched behind the hedge outside the community hall clutching a grappling hook made from a coat hanger. Bill polished his monocle and unfolded a tiny blueprint. "We need a plan, Bill." She said quietly. "The kids will be distracted by the clown." Bill added confidently. "Excellent. When the cake arrives, we slip inside." Molly pointed at the side door. "That door squeaks louder than a rusty gate." He winced remembering surgery. "Then we oil it with the party juice." "Cherry flavor worked last time." Bill said proudly. "Perfect. We will grab every present under the table." She rubbed her hands together. "What about the guard dog?" "That is just a man in a costume." Molly replied dismissively. "He barks very convincingly." Bill shivered slightly. "We distract him with a sausage." She produced a sausage from her backpack. "Where did you get that?" "From the clown himself." Molly whispered proudly. "That is brilliant and slightly illegal." "That is simply good business." She declared with a grin. "Let us go." Together they crept toward the door while balloons bobbed above the roof and children shouted happily inside the brightly decorated hall. Their enormous sack waited behind the fence. "Ready, my partner?"