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Molly tapped the map with a smudged cupcake. “Third-floor window, latch rusts easy—” Bill held up a lollipop, sticky. “Kids’ll scream. I got a rep as ‘the guy who didn’t kill the toddler’ from last job.” Molly snorted. “We’re here for presents, not hugs. Red box under the snack table—robot on top. Big one.” Bill squinted. “Robot? Might be a toy. Dolphin? I hate dolphins.” She laughed, nudging him. “Dolphins don’t matter. Party ends at 8. By 8:15, gone. ‘Aunt and awkward nephew with extra juice’—works.” Bill sighed, grinning. “Fine. If the juice rips, you clean it.” She winked. “Deal. Jetpack robot? You carry.” They snuck out, leaving the cupcake. The map had a note: *Kid’s party 3rd floor. Steal red box. Mom’s latte stronger than your resolve.* Bill paused. “She’s psychic.” Molly snickered. “Or she saw us staring through the window.” They slipped into the night, the lollipop stick glinting in the dark.