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Molly spread a crinkled map across the kitchen table. "Alright. The target is a children's birthday party. Saturday, 3 PM." Bill leaned in, squinting. "That's prime juice box territory. Security's loose." "Loose, but not nonexistent," Molly said, tapping a red circle labeled 'CAKE TABLE.' "The parentals patrol here in intervals. The dog is a wildcard." "Can we bribe the dog?" "We are not bribing the dog, Bill. We go in during the piñata chaos. It's a perfect auditory cover. You're on distraction." "Distraction, right." Bill nodded slowly. "I could... trip into the clown." "No. You will hand out perfectly peeled orange slices. They'll be too busy being grateful to notice." "Oranges? This is a heist, Molly, not a nutrition seminar." "The wrapping paper crinkles, Bill! We need stealth! The loot is in the blue bag—look for the glitter unicorn." "What's our exit?" "Through the sliding door. Then we vanish into the afternoon like two responsible adults who definitely did not just steal a six-year-old's entire haul." Bill grinned. "I'm bringing a tiny suitcase." "You are not bringing a tiny suitcase."