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Molly sat on the sticky park bench, popping a lollipop. Bill fidgeted, his tailored coat askew. “You sure about this? Balloons? A piñata shaped like a unicorn?” “Unicorns don’t guard anything,” she said. “The presents’ll be under that white tent—see the two goons? Guy with the mustache’s sipping a soda; the other’s napping on a cooler. He’ll miss the loot by 10 minutes if we work fast.” “What if the cake has candles?” “Candles are drama. The presents? Wrapped in sparkles. Silver tape. Worth every grain of that sugar he’s probably sneaking.” Bill groaned. “My suit. Powdered sugar’s a nightmare to remove.” “Then put on the lint-free gloves. And stop sweating—you’ll leave a wet spot. They’ll think we’re weirdos.” He sighed, grinning. “Lead the way, caper queen.” “Caper queen? I’m still the one picking the lock on the gift table.” “Don’t forget the confetti. It’ll get everywhere.” She stood, dusting off her pants. “Good. Confetti’s a distraction. Now come on—if we’re late, they’ll make the kids sing again. I’ve heard that three times this week.” She started walking, pausing to glance back. “You comin’, or you gonna let a room full of toddlers outbid us?” Bill stuffed his hands in his pockets, smiling. “Always follow the caper queen.”