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Molly checked the blueprint taped to the steering wheel. "This is the target, Bill. The Johnson house." Bill gripped the dashboard. "It’s a six-year-old’s birthday, Molly. He wants a robot dog." "And we want the robot dog," she said. "And the Nintendo Switch. And the Lego set." "That’s... that’s just mean." "It’s logistics. They won't miss it until after the cake." "The cake?" "Exactly. By the time they realize the toys are gone, we'll be three states away." Bill sighed. "What about the parents?" "Sleeping. We checked the security feed. Dad is snoring on the couch. Mom is in the kitchen." "So we just walk in?" "We don't walk. We glide." "Gliding is harder than walking." "Not for a master thief." Molly adjusted her black mask. "Are you ready?" "I have a question." "Make it quick." "Do we take the balloons?" "Bill, focus." "They're helium. They float away. It's a hazard." "Leave the balloons. Take the boxes." "What about the piñata?" "Full of candy. Too heavy." "Candy is heavy?" "Sugar weighs something." "Okay, fine. No candy." "Good. Now, the plan. You distract the dog." "The dog?" "There’s a Golden Retriever named Buster." "I can't distract a dog." "You have treats in your pocket." "I have dog biscuits." "Perfect." "What if he bites me?" "Then you scream." "That isn't very professional." "It keeps you alive." "And if the kid wakes up?" "Then you tell him it's a surprise from the Tooth Fairy." "The Tooth Fairy doesn't steal toys." "Tonight she does." Bill looked at the house. Lights were off. "Are we really doing this?" "Yes." "To a birthday party?" "Specifically." "Molly, this feels wrong." "It feels like money." "It feels like a felony." "It feels like payday." "I hate payday." "Stop talking and grab the bag." "Which bag?" "The duffel." "The black one?" "Yes." "Okay." "Move." "Wait." "What now?" "Do we need gloves?" "We always need gloves." "Right." "Bill, please." "Coming." "And Bill?" "Yeah?" "Don't eat the cake." "I wouldn't dare." "Good." "Let's go."