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They crouched behind the bounce house, watching candlelight flicker inside. "Bill, remember: we’re not stealing joy; we’re repossessing surplus." "Molly, it’s a six-year-old’s birthday. The surplus is hugs." "Hugs don’t fit in my duffel. Presents do." "How do we get past the clown? He’s built like a refrigerator." "Easy. We wear party hats. Nobody questions hats." "I’m six-foot-four, Molly." "Then you’re a very tall six-year-old with seasonal allergies." "And the loot plan?" "You distract the parents by asking about gluten-free cake." "They’ll smell crime on me." "No, Bill, they’ll smell desperation for dietary validation." "While they argue, I slide under the gift table." "Under? You hate crawling." "I hate prison more." "What about the birthday kid?" "We gift him a decoy: an empty box labeled ‘Imagination.’" "That’s evil." "It’s educational." "And exit route?" "Through the piñata line. Everybody’s blindfolded." "If someone grabs me?" "Say you’re the donkey. Bray convincingly." "I can’t bray." "Bill, for this score, you will learn." "Also, pocket thank-you cards; they’re pre-addressed for fencing." "Who buys thank-you cards?" "Grandmothers, Bill. They’ll pay anything for politeness." "And if the cops show?" "We vanish into the magician’s smoke machine." "I rented it. Crime is just theater with worse reviews."