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The van smelled of stale coffee and desperation. Molly traced a shaky finger over the blueprint of the Sunnybrook Community Center, her breath fogging the laminated paper. Bill, meanwhile, was attempting to case the joint through a pair of novelty binoculars he’d won at a carnival. “See anything?” she whispered. “Just a guy inflating a bouncy castle. And a clown. I hate clowns.” Bill lowered the binoculars, his face pale. Molly ignored him, her mind on the prize: a mountain of brightly wrapped presents destined for little Timmy’s seventh birthday. Their intel said a remote-controlled helicopter, a deluxe art set, and at least three video games were in the mix. The heist was simple: create a diversion with the hired magician, slip in during the chaos of musical statues, and swap the gifts for identical, empty boxes. Bill’s job was to be the distraction. “Remember, you’re ‘Uncle Barry’ from out of town. Act natural.” Bill gulped, looking at his own reflection in the window. “Natural for me is suspicious.” A distant, tinny rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ drifted on the wind. Showtime.