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“Bill, listen. Tonight we go where no hardened criminal has gone before.” “We go to a children’s party, Molly. I’ve been to a wedding once, and that already felt like an international incident.” “No, no. This is a birthday party. The security is basically vibes and juice boxes.” “Juice boxes are not a security system.” “They’re a security lifestyle. Parents see a blue cup and immediately lower their guard.” “Okay, but how do we get inside without setting off the bubble machine?” “The bubble machine isn’t a threat. It’s a distraction. We just have to blend in.” “Blend in like… what? Two suspicious adults in a trench coat?” “We’re not adults.” “Then what are we?” “Tall toddlers.” “You can’t just say that.” “I absolutely can. I’ve met cops who believe stranger things.” “Cops believe stranger things because they have bills to pay.” “Exactly. Come on. We need a plan.” “Plan? I thought we had a vibe.” “We have a plan with a vibe.” “Fine. What’s the plan with the vibe?” “We enter through the side gate, we avoid the sprinklers, we neutralize the dog—” “The dog?” “Mildly. We don’t hurt the dog.” “Last time you said ‘mildly’ you tried to sedate a goldfish with gummy vitamins.” “The goldfish needed a nap.” “It needed a veterinarian.” “This time, we simply redirect its attention.” “With… what? A decoy squirrel?” “With a squeaky toy.” “You stole a squeaky toy?” “I acquired it from a toddler lost-and-found bin with permission from my heart.” “Your heart is not authorized.” “It has excellent credentials. Now: we locate the presents table.” “Presents table. Right. Like it’s a buffet.” “It is a buffet. For greed.” “Alright. How do we identify the good stuff? Because kids label gifts ‘From Mom’ and ‘From Spaghetti’.” “We look for the shiny paper, the large boxes, and the ones with guilt on top.” “Guilt?” “Guilt. Like, when they’ve been hidden from the child for months. You can smell it.” “I’m not sure that’s a thing.” “It is in the way you can smell danger. Also, I can smell chocolate from across the yard.” “So now we’re using olfactory crime.” “Yes. Crime is a multisensory experience.” “Okay, strategist, what’s step two?” “Step two: we swap the labels.” “Labels? We can’t just steal the presents and run?” “We can, but we want to look classy. We replace them with… fake presents.” “Like what?” “Like gift bags filled with nothing.” “Nothing?” “Nothing says ‘mystery.’ Kids love mysteries.” “Kids love not being lied to.” “Kids love being delighted. A bag of air is technically delight.” “Molly, that is not a gift.” “It is an opportunity for imagination. Now, Bill—” “Why are you saying my name like you’re about to do a motivational speech before robbing a clown?” “Because you need to focus. You’re already thinking about running.” “I’m always thinking about running. That’s my hobby.” “Your hobby is stopping at second base.” “I don’t play baseball.” “You play panic.” “Panic is like cardio, okay? It keeps me… fit.” “Fit for jail.” “Jail has exercise too.” “No, no. We do this clean. Quiet. Like a librarian.” “I hate libraries.” “That’s why it works. You look guilty in a way that blends in.” “Thanks?” “Also, we wear the disguise.” “The disguise?” “You have it.” “I have… a clown wig.” “That’s not a disguise. That’s a warning label.” “It’s reversible.” “Reversible wigs don’t make you stealthier, Bill.” “They make me emotionally flexible.” “Molly, I’m starting to think our plan is held together by your confidence and my confusion.” “And your confusion is great for breaking into places. People assume you’re just lost.” “I am lost. I don’t know why the house has a slide.” “Because birthday parties are basically obstacle courses where the obstacles are children.” “Are we stealing from a toddler who might be on that slide in twelve seconds?” “Yes.” “That’s—” “That’s adorable crime. Don’t moralize.” “I’m not moralizing, I’m… pre-mourning my conscience.” “Keep it in your pocket. It’ll slow you down.” “Where do I put my conscience when I’m stealing baby toys?” “In the same place you put the squeaky toy.” “My pocket?” “No, under the seat of your feelings. Now—shh. Hear that?” “Music. It sounds like… whatever ‘baby shark’ is.” “Exactly. It’s drowning out footsteps.” “Except you’re stepping like a giraffe in socks.” “They’re not socks. They’re stealth booties.” “They’re adorable slippers.” “Shh, slipper stealth. Okay. We move when the parents yell ‘group photo!’” “Why would they do that?” “Because parents love capturing proof of joy so they can show relatives later.” “So, we wait for joy to be documented?” “Yes. Then we strike during the applause.” “Perfect. Nothing says ‘heist’ like an applause moment.” “Bill, you’re going to do great. Just remember: if a kid asks what we’re doing, we say we’re… birthday delivery.” “Birthday delivery?” “Yes. Like we brought the presents but time got confused.” “That’s a terrible explanation.” “It’s the best explanation in the world. Kids accept anything as long as you sound tired and confident.” “I can sound tired.” “Great. Now hold the bag.” “What bag?” “The gift bag.” “This is a grocery bag.” “It’s a gift bag if you believe hard enough.” “I believe in consequences, Molly.” “Then believe in our exit route.” “My exit route is panic.” “Your exit route is running. Mine is strategy. Together we’re unstoppable.” “Together we’re definitely going to get caught.” “Together, Bill, we are going to leave with every present.” “And a trail of bubble juice?” “And a trail of bubble juice.” “Fine. But if we steal a dinosaur set, I’m keeping the box.” “Deal. If it doesn’t fit in the getaway bag, you’ll have to grow a second heart.” “Please don’t give me heart homework.” “Now go. Side gate. Three steps, then pause like you’re waiting for a bus that goes to crime.” “I hate crime.” “No you don’t.” “I do.” “Lie better.” “I… hate how much I’m going to enjoy this.” “That’s the spirit.” “Molly?” “Yes?” “If a child cries?” “We don’t steal from the child.” “We steal from the parents.” “Okay. That’s still weird.” “Shh. Music’s getting louder.” “Group photo!” “Now!”