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Molly tapped the flyer on the dashboard. "Saturday. Three PM. The Johnson residence." Bill squinted at the paper. "That's a birthday party, Molly. For a six-year-old." "Exactly. Maximum chaos, minimum security." "The security is the parents, Molly. They're armed with cake and judgment." "I'm talking about the presents. Under the tree. Wrapped in foil." Bill rubbed his temples. "We're stealing from kids?" "We're redistributing wealth. From the rich kid to the professional thieves." "That's not how wealth redistribution works." "It is in our line of work. What's the gift list?" Bill scanned the paper. "A bike. A tablet. A hamster." "A hamster?" "A hamster named Sir Fluffs." "We can't fence a hamster." "We keep the hamster. It's morale." "Molly, we are not keeping a rodent in the getaway van." "Why not? It's low maintenance." "It poops. It squeaks. It attracts cops." "Fine. Leave the hamster. Focus on the bike." "The bike is locked to the porch." "Cut the chain. Use the bolt cutters." "The parents will hear the cut." "Then we cut silently. Like ninjas." "Ninjas don't steal from six-year-olds." "Ninjas steal from anyone who underestimates them." Bill sighed. "Okay. What about the cake?" "Leave the cake. Too sticky." "What about the piñata?" "That's a distraction. We smash it, they run, we grab the loot." "We're breaking into a party, Molly. Not a bank." "Same difference. Parents are the guards. Kids are the civilians." "Civilians who scream." "High-pitched screams. Hard to track." "I'm worried about the balloon animals." "Why?" "They pop. Loudly." "We wear earplugs." "Earplugs make us look suspicious." "We wear clown noses. Blend in." "We're not clowns." Bill looked at her. "You're insane." "I'm efficient. You're the muscle. I'm the brain." "I'm the guy who carries the bike." "Exactly. Can you fit a bike in the trunk?" "It's a hatchback." "Then we leave the bike. Take the tablet." "The tablet is password protected." "We'll find the password. Probably 'password'." "Or 'ilovecats'." "We need a plan for the dog." "The dog is a chihuahua." "It yaps." "We bribe it with a treat." "We don't have treats." "We steal a treat from the party." "Stealing from a party to steal from a party." "Circular economy." Bill nodded slowly. "Alright. Saturday. Three PM. No hamster." "No hamster." "And no clown noses." "Fine. Just masks." "Black masks." "Black masks. Like bank robbers." "We aren't bank robbers." "We're birthday robbers." "That sounds worse." "Let's go over the exit strategy." "Back door. Through the laundry room." "There's a washing machine." "Perfect. We hide inside." "You're joking." "I'm not. Spin cycle hides sound." "Molly, we will be in a dryer." "Washer. Spin cycle." "We'll get dizzy." "We'll be dizzy and rich." "You'll be dizzy." "And broke." "No." "Rich." "I hate this plan." "You love the money." "I love the money." "Then shut up and pack the bags." "I'm packing." "Good. Grab the hamster just in case." "Molly!" "Kidding. Mostly." "Don't tell the kids." "They'll never know." "They'll cry." "Let them cry."