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Molly peered over the hedge at the bouncy castle next door and adjusted her ski mask decorated with unicorns. The sun was offensively cheerful for grand larceny. "We are seriously robbing a birthday party, Bill?" She kept her voice low, though the karaoke machine screeched off-key versions of nursery rhymes. Bill, crouched beside her in a suit patterned with balloons, grinned. "Think of it as redistributing unearned plastic wealth, Molly." He unfolded a glittery blueprint of the backyard. "You just want the robot dog that pees glitter." Molly poked his shoulder. "That toy has better engineering than my actual car." Bill shrugged. "What about security?" she asked. "Four parents, one clown, zero situational awareness." He pointed at each human obstacle. "You are underestimating the sugar high militia." Children zipped past, shrieking like feral kazoos. "That is why we bring decoy cupcakes and a smoke machine." Bill tapped their duffel bag. "Explain the plan, and do not say mission frosting." "Fine, Operation Gift Lift: in, grab, swap, out, no witnesses." "Swap with what, exactly, Bill?" "Pamphlets; their parents will love us." "These kids will hunt us for sport." Somewhere inside, a balloon popped like a starter pistol, and Molly finally smiled.