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Molly adjusted her wig nervously outside. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Bill checked his expensive watch carefully. "Positive. It is a six-year-old birthday. High value, low security." "The presents?" "Every single one. Legos, dolls, the works." "Won't the parents notice?" "They'll be busy with cake. We hit gift table, vanish." "What about the balloons?" "Leave them. Too much air, little profit." "Okay. How do we get in?" "Back door. It's propped open for the ice cream man." "And out?" "Van. Covered in glitter. Blends with the theme." "Glitter?" "It's a unicorn party, Molly. Glitter is camouflage." "I hate glitter." "You hate getting caught more." "Fair point. What's the signal?" "When the piñata breaks." "If the piñata breaks, everyone runs." "Exactly. Chaos is our friend." "So we wait for the sugar rush?" "We wait for the sugar crash. They'll nap." "Brilliant. I'll bring the duffel." "I'll bring the crowbar." "Crowbar?" "For the gift boxes. Some are taped shut." "You're overthinking it." "I'm underestimating the tape." "Fine. Let's move." "Wait. One more thing." "What?" "Do we keep the cake?" "No. We're thieves, not gluttons." "Right. To party." "To loot." They walked away quietly into night. Bill nodded.