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Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her head and squinted at the inflatable bounce castle. "You’re sure this is the plan? We’re robbing a *kids’ party*?" Bill, already halfway into a rainbow-striped onesie, shot her a look. "It’s genius. No alarms, no guards—just a bunch of sugar-crazed five-year-olds who won’t even notice us." "Or they’ll notice and scream until their lungs explode," Molly muttered, tugging at the too-tight tutu. "Also, why am I the unicorn?" "Because you lost rock-paper-scissors." Bill grinned, stuffing a handful of balloons into his pocket. "Besides, you look *adorable*." Molly glared. "I look like a rejected My Little Pony. And what’s with the balloons?" "Distraction." Bill tied one to his wrist. "When the kids see me floating away, they’ll all lose their tiny minds. Classic misdirection." Molly sighed. "Or they’ll just pop them with their juice boxes and cry." "Then we grab the loot and run." Bill patted the oversized diaper bag slung over his shoulder. "I brought extra glitter. Worst case, we blind ‘em." Molly groaned. "I hate my life." Bill clapped her on the back. "Cheer up. At least the presents are probably *awesome*. What kid gets a *bad* toy?" Molly’s eye twitched. "The kind whose parents buy them *educational* presents." Bill’s smile faltered. "…We’re doomed."