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“Did you say children’s party?” Molly asked, squinting at Bill across the dimly lit diner booth. “Yeah,” Bill replied, stirring his coffee with a bent spoon. “Bunch of cake, piñatas, and presents wrapped in shiny paper. It’s perfect.” “Perfect? Bill, we’re stealing from kids. That’s like robbing a lemonade stand—lowest of the low.” “It’s not about morality, Molly. It’s about opportunity. Think about it. Kids’ presents are small, portable, and always top-tier. Legos, action figures, maybe even a PS5 if we’re lucky.” “And you’re sure security won’t be tight?” “Tight? It’s a birthday party. The biggest threat is a hyperactive clown and a mom armed with a juice box.” “What if the clown gets suspicious?” “Clowns are paid to entertain, not interrogate. We show up in costumes—boom, instant invisibility.” “What kind of costumes?” “I’m thinking superheroes. You can be Wonder Woman, I’ll be Batman.” “Batman doesn’t steal, Bill.” “He does if he’s broke. Look, are you in or not?” Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling them you masterminded this.” “Fair enough. Now, finish your fries—we’ve got a piñata to crack.” “You mean *plan* to crack.” “Same thing.”