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The rain drummed against the awning of the bakery, a steady rhythm that matched the nervous tapping of Molly’s fingers on the table. Across from her, Bill leaned back in his chair, grinning like a man who had just won the lottery. “You’re telling me we’re breaking into a *children’s party*,” Molly said, her voice flat. “Not just any party,” Bill corrected, waggling a finger. “The *annual* Little Miss and Mister Fancy-Pants Extravaganza. The kind of event where parents throw so much money at their kids, the presents alone could fund a small island nation.” Molly rubbed her temples. “We’re thieves, Bill. Not *monsters*.” “Relax,” Bill said, waving a hand. “It’s not like we’re taking candy from babies. We’re just… redistributing wealth. To *us*.” Molly groaned. “You’re insufferable.” “And yet, here you are,” Bill said, spreading his arms wide. “Because you *know* this is genius.” Molly sighed. “Fine. Walk me through it.” Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. “Picture this: a mansion, a hundred kids screaming, parents too busy pretending to care about each other to notice anything. We slip in, grab the presents, and slip out before the cake is even cut.” “And how, exactly, do we ‘slip in’?” Molly asked. Bill pulled out a crumpled flyer. “Disguised as the magician’s assistants, of course.” Molly stared at him. “You *what*?” “Relax,” Bill said. “I already bought the outfits. You’ll look fabulous.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “I am *not* wearing sequins.” “You’ll wear sequins,” Bill said firmly. “And you’ll love it.” Molly opened her mouth to argue, but the door to the bakery swung open, and a gust of wind sent a pile of napkins flying. A harried-looking woman in a chef’s coat stormed in, muttering about “those idiots from the party.” Bill’s grin widened. “See? Even the universe is on our side.” Molly groaned again. “I hate you.” “No, you don’t,” Bill said, standing up. “Now come on. We’ve got a heist to plan.” Molly followed him out into the rain, already regretting every life choice that had led her here. But as they hurried down the street, she couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be a disaster. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.