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Molly smoothed the crayon-drawn map across the splintered picnic table. Bill eyed it skeptically, munching a stolen cookie. The backyard was quiet, save for distant lawnmower sounds. “The target,” Molly announced, “is little Timmy’s birthday. Guards include a dad burning burgers and a clown on a sugar high.” Bill sprayed crumbs. “A clown? I’m out.” “Don’t be a baby. We strike during musical chairs. You’ll cause a diversion by claiming you saw a celebrity.” “What celebrity?” “Someone believable. Like the local weatherman. I’ll grab the presents while they’re distracted.” “How?” “I’ll wear a piñata costume. They’ll think I’m part of the entertainment.” Bill frowned. “Stealing from kids? That’s cold.” “It’s a victimless crime! They’ll get more presents. We’re teaching them about loss early.” “And the loot?” “Mostly plastic junk, but there’s always cash from grandparents. We’ll fence the good toys online.” “What about the clown?” “We’ll exploit his fear of water balloons. I’ve got a squirt gun.” “This is the dumbest plan we’ve ever had.” “But it’ll work. Now, put on your happy face. We’re going to a party.” Bill forced a smile, which looked more like a grimace. He adjusted his shirt, already feeling ridiculous. Outside, children’s laughter floated over the fence, unknowingly inviting the least threatening heist in history.