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Molly crouched behind the hedgerow, peering through a gap at the bouncing castle and sugar-crazed toddlers. Bill slid in beside her, clutching a clown mask like it might bite him. “This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” he whispered. Molly grinned. “You said that about the museum heist. And the armored car. And your marriage. Relax. We wait till they cut the cake, then we slip in as disgruntled parents.” Bill stared at her. “We’re stealing presents from children. At a birthday party. I feel like I’m one balloon animal away from turning myself in.” “Think of it as redistribution of wealth,” she said, checking her watch. “Those kids get new toys every week. We get one solid score and we’re out of this town before the piñata’s even cold.” He groaned. “If we get caught I’m telling them you made me do it.” “Fine,” Molly said, adjusting her fake mom-bun. “But if we pull this off, I’m buying you a spine for Christmas. Now shut up and practice your ‘Where’s my little Timmy?’ face.” Bill sighed, pulled the clown mask over his head, and immediately looked ten percent more criminal. “I hate you.” “Love you too, partner. Cake’s in five. Try not to cry when the toddlers tackle you.”