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Molly peered through binoculars at the suburban house. “Target acquired. Cake’s on the table. Balloons are— Bill, are those clown shoes?” “Disguise, Molls. We blend in.” “You look like a giant, terrified duck. The plan?” “Simple. You cause a diversion. I slip in, grab the loot, slip out.” “What kind of diversion?” “Classic. Piñata. You swing, miss spectacularly, kids scatter for candy. I move.” “I’m not hitting a piñata, Bill. That’s kids’ stuff.” “You’re literally stealing their presents. Your moral line is a piñata?” “Fine. But I’m using the comically large hammer.” “Of course. Now, the getaway vehicle—” “Don’t say the unicycle.” “It’s silent! And fits in the alley!” “It’s one wheel! We have sacks of toys!” “Details, details. On my signal, you swing.” “This is the dumbest heist we’ve ever planned.” “Dumber than the petting zoo?” “…Marginally. Okay, I’m swinging.”