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Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the park bench, anchoring the corners with a juice box and a half-eaten granola bar. She had been casing the target for three days. Three very exhausting days. "It's a bouncy castle situation," she said grimly. "We didn't account for a bouncy castle." Bill squinted at the crayon drawing. "Is that a clown?" "Two clowns." He removed his sunglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Molly, I want out." "You don't want out. You want those presents." She tapped the map. "The gift table is positioned near the garden fence. Low security. Distracted adults. It's practically gift-wrapped." "It literally is gift-wrapped." "Exactly." Molly rolled up the map with practiced efficiency. "We go in during the musical chairs round. Everyone's focused on the chaos. Nobody watches the table." Bill stared at a nearby pigeon. "I went to art school for this." "You went to art school for two weeks before dropping out." "Still counts." Molly stood, tucking the map into her jacket. "We move at three o'clock. Wear something festive." "How festive?" "Party hat festive." Bill groaned loud enough to startle the pigeon.