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Molly pressed her nose against the community center window, fogging a circle. Inside, balloons bobbed and children screamed like tiny car alarms. "Look at all those presents," she whispered. "It’s like Santa’s storage unit exploded." Bill adjusted his ski mask with offended dignity. "It’s a unicorn-themed party, Molly. We’re about to rob a mythical horse." "Unicorns aren’t horses, Bill. They’re… hornier." "Please never say that again." She unfolded a crayon-smeared invitation. "Newsflash, my cousin invited us. We are technically guests." "Technically, your cousin thinks we’re helping with the magic show." "We are," Molly said. "We’re making the gifts disappear." Bill peeked through the door crack as a clown tripped over a cupcake. "Security detail appears to be frosting-based." "Even better," she said. "Sugar high kids move faster than guards; chaos is cover." "Fine. You distract them. Do juggling. Or taxes. Kids hate taxes." "I’ll start a rumor the cake has broccoli filling." "You’re a monster." "Monster with a gift bag," Molly said. "Once the birthday kid blows out the candles, lights go off, we wheel in the laundry cart, load the haul, vamoose." Bill sighed. "If we get caught, I’m telling everyone you’re the clown." Molly grinned, already pocketing hats.