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Molly flattened the crayon-scribbled invitation on the café table with the seriousness of a general reviewing battle plans. Across from her, Bill adjusted the tiny paper crown he’d stolen from a bakery display and squinted at the map she’d drawn in purple glitter pen. “Tell me again,” Bill said, “why we’re robbing a seven-year-old?” “We are not robbing a seven-year-old,” Molly said. “We are intercepting assets in a high-sugar environment.” “The assets being six board games, three water pistols, one stuffed octopus, and whatever a ‘Craft Slime Mega Bucket’ is.” “Limited edition,” Molly said. “And expensive.” Bill leaned back. “I’m just saying, morally, this feels murky.” “You stole a brass telescope from a lighthouse.” “That was nautical. This is birthdayical.” Molly tapped the invitation. “Observe. Saturday, two o’clock, Sunny Nook Community Hall. Theme: pirates. Parents distracted by cupcakes, children distracted by screaming, presents stacked on the side table under a banner that says, very helpfully, PRESENTS.” Bill nodded despite himself. “That is bold signage.” “Exactly. This is not a vault. This is a trust exercise with balloons.” “What about security?” “Face painter by the entrance. One exhausted father on music duty. Possible grandmother near the sausage rolls. The dog is the only wildcard.” “There’s a dog?” “Small. Judging by the paw print on the RSVP, either a terrier or an ink catastrophe.” Bill rubbed his chin. “Dogs can be bought.” “With what?” “Sausage.” Molly smiled. “Good. You handle canine diplomacy. I’ll secure the package zone.” “And our disguises?” She slid two outfits from a shopping bag. Bill held up a striped shirt and a foam pirate hat with a skull wearing a bow. “I look ridiculous,” he said. “You look festive. There’s a difference.” “And you’re going as what?” “Balloon artist.” “You can’t make balloons.” “I can make a sword, a poodle if the child has poor standards, and something that accidentally resembles a submarine.” Bill considered this. “Actually, failure might help. Adults trust incompetence.” “Exactly. Meanwhile, you’re ‘Captain Bongo,’ a children’s entertainer of vague origin.” “I don’t know any tricks.” “You know one.” Bill brightened. “Coin behind the ear.” “Perfect. There will be dozens of ears.” He lowered his voice. “Extraction?” “Gift sacks loaded into the bouncy castle blower crate by the side exit.” “That seems conspicuous.” “Nothing is conspicuous at a children’s party. A man on stilts could explode and half the parents would just ask if he’s with the magician.” Bill looked around the café. “And if a child asks me to sing?” “Fake a tragic ukulele injury.” “If the birthday boy recognizes me?” “Have you met the birthday boy?” “No.” “Then he won’t.” Bill pointed to the invitation. “His name is Oliver. Children named Oliver are observant.” “Children named Oliver are usually sticky,” Molly said. “Stickiness slows deduction.” A waitress passed, giving them a wary look. Bill lowered the pirate hat. “I still think we need a contingency.” “We have three. If challenged by adults, we say we’re from the entertainment company. If challenged by children, we ask where the treasure is. They’ll scatter themselves. If challenged by the dog, sausage.” Bill exhaled. “You really thought this through.” Molly sat back with the serene confidence of a woman who had once stolen a chandelier during a fire drill. “Bill, I have cased christenings, infiltrated weddings, and escaped a petting zoo under active goose pursuit. This is a room full of short people wearing eye patches made of felt. We’ll be in and out before the cake knife appears.” Bill slowly grinned. “All right. We do it.” “We do it quietly.” “In a pirate hat.” “In a pirate hat,” Molly agreed. He raised his coffee cup. “To the perfect crime.” She clinked it with hers. “To loot, laughter, and leaving before the pinata creates witnesses.” From the shopping bag, the foam skull seemed to grin at them both, as if even it understood that no fortress on earth was less defensible than a children’s party with a buffet.