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Bill cracked his knuckles, producing a sound like someone stepping on bubble wrap. “Alright, Molly, here’s the blueprint. We hit the Pembertons’ during little Timmy’s seventh birthday party. Saturday, two PM. I’ve scoped it out.” Molly didn’t look up from her nail file. “You went to a child’s birthday party to case it?” “I wore a clown nose. It was a perfect cover. The key detail? The presents aren’t under the tree. They’re in a massive pile in the middle of the living room, like a dragon’s hoard made of wrapping paper.” “Let me guess. The dragon is a golden retriever named Biscuit?” “Biscuit is a soft target. A bit of peanut butter and he’s our ally.” Bill slid a crayon drawing across the table. It depicted a lopsided house, a stick-figure child crying, and a big red arrow pointing to a scribbled mound of boxes. “Here’s the approach. The party is a circus. Clowns, magicians, a guy making balloon animals. We go in as the clean-up crew. I’ve already ordered the uniforms. They say ‘Party Pooper Patrol’ on the back.” Molly finally looked at him, her expression flat. “You want to steal toys from children while wearing uniforms that insult them?” “It’s ironic. No one suspects irony. We walk in, claim the presents are ‘contaminated with too much joy,’ and need to be taken for decontamination. We load them into a van.” “What van?” “The one I’ve been renting. It’s got ‘Free Candy’ on the side. It’s a classic misdirection. People will be so busy being horrified by that, they won’t question two people in stupid uniforms carrying armfuls of Legos.” “And the parents?” “Distracted. I’ve hacked the DJ’s playlist. At exactly 2:15, the music will switch from ‘Baby Shark’ to an hour-long yodeling polka. It will cause mass disorientation. That’s our window.” He pointed to his crayon map. “You handle presents. I’ll handle crowd control with the balloon swords. I’ve been practicing.” He pulled out a long, deflated balloon and started pumping it with a hand pump. It squeaked violently. “See? Disturbing, yet authoritative.” “What’s our exit?” “Through the bouncy castle. I’ve already loosened the stakes on the south side. We just deflate it slightly, roll under the wall, and we’re in the neighbor’s yard. From there, it’s a straight shot to the van.” Molly paused her filing. “Bill. This is a seven-year-old’s birthday party. The loot is probably fifteen pounds of Play-Doh and some remote-control cars.” “Precisely. No one will be guarding it. It’s the perfect crime. Low risk, high… sentimental value.” He grinned. “The kids will be devastated. The parents will be furious. It’ll be in the local paper. ‘Heartless Thieves Steal Birthday Magic.’ We’ll be legends in the heist community.” “The heist community will laugh us out of the room.” “They’ll envy our audacity. Our sheer, unadulterated nerve. Are you in or are you out?” Molly sighed, snapping her nail file shut. “I’ll drive. But I’m not wearing the uniform. And if that dog so much as licks me, the deal’s off.” Bill beamed, nearly putting his eye out with the balloon. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s practice your serious face. You need to look like you’re confiscating illegal levels of fun.”