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The back fence hummed with late-afternoon heat, a balloon tangled in the Melissa & Doug inflatable dinosaur. Molly leaned against the trellis, one sneaker scuffing a dandelion, and nodded at the sliding glass door. Bill was pressed to the window, binoculars folded, his thumb brushing the lockpick in his pocket. “Presents are on the dining table,” Bill said, not looking away. “Wrapped in sparkly paper—ponies, dinosaurs, one with a rocket that plays ‘Baby Shark.’” “Bet the rocket one’s got a battery,” Molly said. “We take the whole table. No touchin’ the cake.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Aunt Linda’s gonna cry. Kids’ll tear the place apart tryin’ to find their loot.” “Perfect,” Molly said, grinning. “Distracts ’em. We load up, disappear through the side gate. They’ll think the presents multiplied.” Bill lowered the binoculars. “You sure about the ‘no cake’ rule? Last heist, you ate half a croissant.” “This time’s different,” she said, plucking the balloon from the dinosaur’s claw. “Cake’s for kids. We’re adults.” The piñata creaked. A toddler inside shrieked: “I see a bear!” Molly winked. “Got a distraction. Now let’s make those presents regret ever being wrapped.” Bill drew a breath, then compelled a lock. “Lead the way, thief queen.”