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The warehouse loft stank of burnt coffee and old newspapers. Molly tossed a glittery invitation onto the rickety table. “Kid’s sixth birthday. Big house. Lousy security.” Bill squinted at the photo of a grinning boy clutching a dinosaur piñata. “We robbing manfaat now?” “Think bigger,” Molly said. “Parents loading presents into cars after the party. We swipe ’em before they do.” “From kids?” “They’re insured. Probably.” She unfolded a blueprint. “Two exits. Guard’s a golden retriever named Cupcake.” Bill groaned. “Last time dogs were involved, I lost a shoe.” “This one’s more interested in cake. Here’s the play: you’re the clown. Distract the kiddos while I load the loot.” Bill held up a neon-orாரু wig. “I look like a traffic cone.” “Perfect. No one suspects the guy who looks like a safety hazard.” She grinned. “Ten minutes tops.” Bill sighed. “If this goes south, I’m blaming the wig.” Molly patted his shoulder. “That’s the spirit.” Outside, a car alarm wailed like a bad omen.