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"Okay, listen," Molly whispered softly, eyes scanning the room. "The target is the piñata." "No, the gifts," Bill corrected sharply, gripping his bag. "We're here for the wrapping paper." "It's the unwrapped loot inside, Bill. We take absolutely everything else." "What about the cake?" "Leave the cake. It's evidence." "Security?" "One clown and a mother with a phone." "Can we disable the clown?" "He's the distraction. We go in when he drops the balloon." "And the mother?" "She's distracted by the ice cream machine." "This feels wrong." "We're professionals, Bill. We steal from banks, not birthday boys." "But this is a six-year-old." "Six years old, six years of security upgrades." "I'm not breaking into a nursery rhyme." "It's not a rhyme, it's a vault." "What if they catch us?" "Then we say we're the Tooth Fairy." "That's a lie." "It's a cover story." "Do we get the balloons?" "Balloons are for escape." "Okay. When do we move?" "When the song starts." "Which song?" "Happy Birthday to you." "I hate this job." "Get the crowbar." "I brought a screwdriver." "Fine. Just don't scratch the floor." "Bill, are you crying?" "It's dust." "Let's go now." They stood in the dark shadows. Now.