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Molly crouched behind the hedge, party hat bobbing on her head like a guilty flag. Through the window, toddlers shrieked around a volcano cake while a clown handed out balloons shaped like swords. "Bill, why are we wearing party hats?" Molly whispered. "Camouflage," Bill said. "If anyone asks, we're the entertainment. You do a rabbit. I do taxes." "We're stealing presents, not traumatizing children." "Focus. Big box by the table—remote-control drone. Small bags—candy. We sweep, we leave." Molly peeked at the gift pile. A banner read HAPPY SIXTH, EMMA! in glitter. "I feel weird," she said. "What if the kid wants the drone?" "Then she'll learn about loss early," Bill replied. "Character-building. Now, entry point?" "Back door. It sticks. I saw Dad shoulder it open." Bill adjusted his black gloves, which squeaked like rubber ducks. "We go in during 'Pin the Tail.' Everyone's blindfolded." "And if they catch us?" "We say we're 'party auditors' and confiscate unlicensed joy." Molly sighed. "Fine. But I'm taking the goody bags too." "Take two. We're professionals." Outside, a piñata swung in the yard like a safe. Molly and Bill slipped to the back door stepping over bubbles timing their breaths to the birthday song.