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The back of the van smelled of old pizza and desperation. Molly spread a hand-drawn map across a crate. “The target is a piñata-shaped bounce house in the backyard. Perimeter is fenced, but it’s decorative.” Bill stared. “You’re kidding. We’re hitting a six-year-old’s birthday?” “A *wealthy* six-year-old’s birthday. The haul is in the ‘Gift Grotto,’ a dedicated tent. Our window is during the cake chaos. You’ll be disguised as ‘Clumsy Clown Gary,’ creating a diversion with a rogue glitter cannon.” “I hate glitter.” “It’s non-negotiable. I’ll be the overly enthusiastic aunt, stuffing presents into oversized gift bags. Exit via the side gate, loading into the ‘Balloon Delivery’ van.” “What’s the contingency?” “If we’re made, we default to the classic ‘sticky-fingered relative’ defense. We just start criticizing the canapés and leave.” Bill sighed, picking up a giant rainbow wig. “The things I do for a talking teddy bear and a junior chemistry set.” “Think of the resale value, Bill. Think of the untapped black market for light-up sneakers.”