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Molly crouched behind the hedge outside the Johnsons' garden while Bill nervously unfolded a map that made absolutely no sense at all just before lunch. "Okay, genius, explain again why we need to steal birthday presents from a five year old instead of robbing an actual bank like sensible criminals." Bill folded the map into a smaller, even more confusing triangle and smiled with the confidence of a man about to ruin everything completely today. "Because banks have alarms and guards and those annoying laser grids, while Timmy has a bouncy castle and a cake shaped like a delicious dinosaur." The party was in full swing behind them, with children screaming, parents chatting, and a magician somehow making a rabbit disappear repeatedly near the barbecue. "Right, and what is our brilliant extraction plan, oh mastermind, because I am not wearing that clown costume no matter what you bribe me with." Bill produced a wheelbarrow from the bushes, a ladder from nowhere, and a net he had obviously borrowed from the neighborhood fishing enthusiast, Greg yesterday. "Simple, Molly, we wait until the musical chairs chaos begins, then we roll in casually, grab every wrapped present, and wheel them out heroically victoriously." Molly stared at the wheelbarrow, the ladder, and the net, wondering how any of this equipment could be described as a plan by anyone sane. "Bill, that is not a plan, that is three unrelated hardware store purchases and a wild hope that nobody notices a wheelbarrow full of loot." A child wearing a tin foil crown sprinted past, clutching a juice box, and nearly discovered them behind the hedge, which Bill considered excellent camouflage. "Exactly, Molly, nobody suspects a wheelbarrow, because wheelbarrows belong in gardens, and gardens belong to respectable people who definitely never steal presents at children's parties." Molly adjusted her fake mustache, which kept sliding into her mouth, while Bill practiced his innocent whistle and accidentally whistled the national anthem instead somehow. "Your whistle is terrible, your mustache is fake, and your ladder is leaning, so please explain how this scheme ends with us not in jail." Bill leaned the ladder against the fence, tested it with one foot, and declared it sturdy enough for two adults and approximately one stolen trampoline. "Molly, every great heist needs confidence, a wheelbarrow, and a daring escape route, and we have all three, plus this excellent net for the piñata." From the garden came a cheerful announcement about cake, followed by synchronized screaming when the magician accidentally glued himself to a small plastic chair again. "Perfect timing, Bill, everyone will be distracted by the cake and the glued magician, so move the wheelbarrow now before I reconsider this entire crime." Bill nodded solemnly, pushed the wheelbarrow forward, tripped over its own wheel, and landed face first in a pile of decorative garden gnomes very quietly. "I am fine, Molly, this was always part of the plan, and stealing presents smells suspiciously like wet socks and pure victory today for sure."