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Molly adjusted the zoom on her binoculars. The suburban house across the street pulsed with neon pink light. Inside, a cacophony of shrieking children signaled the peak of the celebration. She lowered the glass and turned to Bill, who was currently trying to hotwire a helium balloon with a pocket knife. "Do you see the clock?" "It's blinking red. We're out of time." "We have time." "It's a birthday party, Bill. Not a bank." "Semantics, Molly. The security is just as tight. Three parents, one dog, and a cake with a candle." Bill tossed the balloon onto the passenger seat. It deflated with a sad squeak. "The prize pool is substantial. Limited edition action figures. Rare LEGO sets. The resale market on a mint-condition Transformers toy is better than gold bullion." Molly sighed, pulling a crumpled map from her glovebox. "You want to rob a seven-year-old? The loot is going to be covered in glitter. We'll be tracking confetti for weeks." "Glitter is a hazard, but it's not a deterrent." Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the job. "Think about the logistics. The parents are distracted by the piñata. The dog is asleep on the rug. We have a window of exactly twelve minutes." "Twelve minutes to bypass the laser grid?" "There is no laser grid. There is a plastic playpen." Bill grinned. "It's child-proof, not thief-proof. I can climb over it in my sleep. The real challenge is the exit strategy. We can't drive off in the van with a trunk full of My Little Pony dolls. We'll look suspicious." "We'll load them into the diaper bag." "Brilliant. Who are we pretending to be?" "Aunts. Very generous aunts who hate the kids." Bill nodded slowly. "I'll wear the wig. You take the onesies. We need to blend in." "I am not wearing a onesie, Bill. I have a reputation." "It's for the job, Molly. Besides, the security camera is facing the front door. We need to come in the back through the play tent." "The play tent?" "It's the weak point. No locks. Just Velcro." Bill tapped the blueprint. "We go in, grab the presents, and exit before the cake is cut. If the cake is cut, the parents get serious. That's when they check the windows." "What about the noise?" "We wear noise-canceling headphones. We'll be deaf to the screaming." "That's not how noise-canceling works." "It will in my head." Bill started the van. The engine rumbled like a sleeping beast. Bill wiped grease from his cheek. "Ready?" Molly looked at the house. The laughter drifted through the open windows. It sounded innocent. It sounded naive. It sounded like an easy score. She adjusted her turtleneck. Molly gripped the steering wheel. The van idled quietly. "Let's do it." "For the toys." "For the toys." "The kid is named Kevin. He's notoriously picky." "Then we take everything he doesn't want." "Perfect. I hate Kevin." "Do we have a getaway plan if the dog wakes up?" "The dog is a pug. He won't wake up." "Pugs are surprisingly agile." "Not this one." Molly checked her watch.