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**Molly and Bill’s Party Heist** The dingy basement smelled like mildew and bad decisions. Molly tapped her fingers against the folding table, staring at the crayon-smeared blueprint of a suburban house. Bill leaned over it, squinting. “You’re telling me,” he said, “the biggest score of our careers is a six-year-old’s birthday party?” Molly grinned. “Think about it. No security, no guards—just cake, chaos, and a pile of unopened toys. We grab the loot, blend in with the clowns, and vanish before little Timmy blows out his candles.” Bill rubbed his chin. “What’s the play?” “Simple,” Molly said. “You go in as the magician.” Bill scoffed. “I don’t do magic.” “You pull a quarter from behind a kid’s ear. That’s magic.” “That’s a quarter.” “Fine. You’re the balloon guy.” “I don’t twist balloons.” “You twist morals,” Molly shot back. “Same difference. Point is, you distract the parents while I grab the presents.” Bill frowned. “What’s my exit strategy?” “Same as always—run like heck.” “And if we get caught?” Molly shrugged. “We tell them we’re the entertainment. Worst case, we do a puppet show.” Bill groaned. “I hate puppets.” “You’ll hate prison more.” He sighed. “Alright, fine. But what about the parents? They’re not just gonna let us waltz out with a sack of toys.” Molly leaned in. “That’s where the piñata comes in.” “The piñata?” “We stuff it with confetti and glitter. You ‘accidentally’ hit it too hard, boom—chaos. While they’re blinded by sparkles, we’re gone.” Bill considered it. “Glitter’s a war crime.” “So’s stealing from kids, but here we are.” He rubbed his temples. “What if the kids see us?” “Kids are terrible witnesses. Ask any cop.” “What if one of them starts crying?” Molly rolled her eyes. “You throw candy at them. Kids love candy.” Bill hesitated. “This feels wrong.” “It’s a victimless crime.” “The birthday boy’s a victim.” “He’s six. He won’t remember.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But I’m not wearing a clown nose.” “Deal.” Molly folded the blueprint. “Meet you at the party van. And Bill?” “Yeah?” “Try not to get hugged by a toddler this time.” Bill muttered, “That kid had a grip like a vice.” Molly smirked. “Happy heisting.”