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“Right, so recap. Rainbows, glitter, small humans fueled by sugar. This is our target environment?” Bill asked, meticulously polishing his glasses with a handkerchief. Molly rolled her eyes. “You’ve said ‘small humans fueled by sugar’ five times, Bill. Yes. It’s a six-year-old’s birthday party. And it’s a goldmine. Apparently little Timmy’s parents went *overboard*.” “Overboard with the presents, or overboard with the… bouncy castle security?” “Both, probably. Which is why we need a plan. A *good* plan. Not your ‘blend in, compliment the cake’ plan.” Bill bristled. “That’s a solid plan! People love cake compliments. It disarms them.” “It gets you identified as the weird adult hovering around the snacks, Bill. We’re going for subtle. I’m thinking distraction. You, my friend, are going to be a magician.” “A magician? Molly, I can barely tie my own shoelaces, let alone pull a rabbit—" “Not a real magician. A… convincing one. I’ve got a kit. Smoke pellets, a fake dove, a deck of cards. You wave things around, say some gibberish, and everyone looks at the sparkly distractions while *I* relieve Timmy of his loot.” “Sparkly distractions? Is that what we’re calling petty theft these days?” “It’s strategic acquisition! And it's sparkly. Look, you just need to keep them occupied for, say, five minutes. Five minutes while I empty the present table into these oversized tote bags.” Molly brandished two floral shopping bags. Bill stared at them. “Those look like my Aunt Mildred’s grocery bags.” “They were the least conspicuous! What did you expect, black duffel bags labeled ‘STOLEN PRESENTS’?” “A valid point.” He sighed. “Okay, magician. But what about the parents? They’re going to notice a mountain of gifts suddenly… dwindling.” “That’s where the chaos comes in. Confetti cannons. I’m setting them off as cover. Plus, I’ve heard Timmy’s grandmother has a reputation for being… enthusiastic during the limbo competition. We unleash Grandma Betty and the confetti, and everyone’s too busy dodging low-hanging bars and rainbow paper to notice a couple of slightly-too-old party guests making off with a Playstation 5.” “Grandma Betty? You’ve been doing your research.” “Always, Bill. Always. Now, practice your ‘abracadabra’. And try not to set the bouncy castle on fire.” “No promises. This whole thing feels… morally ambiguous, Molly.” “We’re stealing from a six-year-old, Bill. It’s *extremely* morally ambiguous. But think of it as… redistributing wealth.” “To whom? Us?” “To… people who appreciate fine porcelain dolls and limited edition action figures! It’s for the greater good.” Bill adjusted his glasses. “Right. For the greater good. As long as Aunt Mildred doesn’t ask where I got her grocery bags.”