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The warehouse loft smelled of dust and desperation. Molly traced a finger over the blueprints spread on the crate between them. "The target is a seven-year-old's birthday party at 'Jumping Jupiter,' a soft-play arena. Security is a single, easily distracted teenager named Kevin." Bill polished a butter knife he’d fashioned into a shim. "A soft heist. I like it. In and out during the chaos of the cake ceremony." "Precisely. The presents are stored in a locked supply closet adjacent to the 'Toddler Tornado' zone. Your job is to create a diversion." Bill grinned. "I was thinking a sudden, tragic piñata malfunction. A cascade of candy, children screaming with joy. It’s beautiful chaos." Molly nodded, tapping the closet on the plan. "While Kevin is buried in four-year-olds, I pop the lock. We swap the gift bags for these identical ones filled with weighted newspaper." "And the loot?" "Gym socks, action figures, and at least three copies of the same educational DVD. We fence it all online. The parents get the insurance, the kids get a lesson in commercial disappointment, and we get a modest profit." She looked at him. "Any moral qualms?" Bill sheathed his butter knife. "Molly, stealing from children isn't a crime. It's advanced parenting."