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“Bill, this is either genius or a prison sentence with balloons.” “Molly, every great plan sounds bad when you say it near a bakery.” “We are robbing a child’s birthday party.” “We are liberating unappreciated merchandise from sticky-fingered minors.” “They’re literally the intended recipients.” “And we are unexpectedly efficient redistribution specialists.” “How do you propose we get in?” “Simple. I’m the magician, you’re the face painter.” “I can’t paint faces.” “You can draw a star and look confident. Children respect confidence and glitter.” “I hate glitter. It’s dandruff with ambition.” “Focus. We arrive during cake. Parents are distracted photographing sugar-drunk offspring.” “And then?” “We load the presents into the rabbit crate.” “You own a rabbit crate?” “I own several. Don’t derail the briefing.” “What if a child asks me for a unicorn?” “Paint a horse and say inflation hit the horn market.” “That’s monstrous.” “So is your tone. Then we slip out through the garden gate.” “With twenty presents?” “Eighteen. Two are always socks.” “You’ve studied this.” “I respect my craft.” “What about the clown?” “Bribed.” “With what?” “Cigarettes and emotional validation.” “Bill, this feels karmically radioactive.” “Molly, last week we stole from a duke.” “Yes, but he was forty-seven and deserved his curtains taken.” “So tonight we rob the tiny rich.” “If a six-year-old cries, I’m leaving.” “Fine. We only take the expensive-looking ones.” “That is somehow worse.” “That is called ethics.”