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“Bill, stop calling it a burglary,” said Molly. “It’s a gift redistribution event.” “Fine,” Bill said. “A festive, highly targeted redistribution event involving balloons.” “And cake,” Molly said. “Never underestimate cake. Parents get sentimental around sheet cake.” “I’ve got the blueprint,” Bill said. “Bouncy castle here, magician here, distracted adults clustered near the coffee urn like exhausted wildebeest.” “Excellent. Entry?” “We pose as entertainers.” Molly sighed. “You juggle one orange and a grievance.” “I also do a convincing pirate voice.” “This is a princess party.” “Then I’m a princess with range.” “No. We go in as the face painters.” “Can you paint faces?” “I can paint panic. Close enough.” Bill leaned over the table. “Gift table by the window. Big haul. Dolls, dinosaurs, suspiciously expensive electronics from competitive uncles.” “Exit route?” “Through the kitchen, past the uncle with the camera, over the garden wall.” “Over?” “Through, if it’s the Hendersons. Their fence gives up easily.” “What about the children?” Molly asked. “We create a diversion.” “No fake fire.” “I was going to say treasure hunt.” “That’s better.” “I hide chocolate coins.” “You mean steal chocolate coins.” “I’m trying to stay in theme.” Molly grinned. “Masks?” “Animal balloons.” “Vehicle?” “Ice cream van.” “Bill, that’s brilliant.” “I know,” Bill said. “Crime is easier with sprinkles.”