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“Okay, the intel’s solid. The target’s a seven-year-old’s birthday, tomorrow at three,” Molly said, spreading a crayon-drawn map on the table. Bill squinted. “This is a dinosaur. A triceratops.” “It’s the backyard! The head is the slide, the legs are the picnic tables. Focus. Parents will be distracted by a magician. We go in as entertainers.” “We’re not entertainers.” “We’re ‘The Balloon Buddies.’ You twist, I’ll grab. We hit the present table by the ‘frill’—that’s the hedge.” “What’s my skill set here, Mol? I can barely tie my shoes.” “You’ll learn. YouTube. It’s all long balloons and simple dogs. The loot is wrapped, small, and plentiful. We fill the giant ‘duffel bag’ balloon bouquet bag.” Bill rubbed his temples. “The exit strategy?” “We leave the balloons, cause a diversion—you’ll ‘accidentally’ pop the giant piñata early. Chaos ensues. We walk out the side gate, cool as cucumbers.” “I hate cucumbers.” “Figure of speech! Look, these are luxury toys. That new mini-gold-drone-thing? It’s in there. It’s a sweet score.” “Fine. But if one snot-nosed kid asks for a giraffe, we’re blown.” “Deal. Now practice. That’s a poodle, Bill. That’s a… distressed worm. Keep practicing.”