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Molly tapped her fingers on the diner table, her mind already three steps ahead. "The Johnson kid’s party. Community center. We go in when they’re cutting the cake." Bill slurped his coffee, grimacing at the taste. "Cake? That’s your big plan?" "Sure is." Molly’s grin was razor sharp. "Every kid in there’s gonna be too sugared up to notice us swiping their loot." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And how do we not get caught in the chaos?" She slid a napkin across with a crude map. "Rear door’s unlocked. Presents under that sad little tree. I take ‘em, you stand guard dressed as... a pirate." "A pirate?" Bill nearly choked. "Why a pirate?" "Because clowns are scary. Pirates are fun." She winked. "Sword fights in the craft corner—who’s gonna notice a guy in an eye patch amidst all the chaos?" Bill rubbed his temples. "I hate my life." Molly leaned in, voice dripping with false sympathy. "Come on, Bill. For the presents. All those colorful, plastic, *stealable* presents." Bill groaned. "Fine. But if one kid hugs me, I swear—" "Deal." She tossed a handful of change onto the table. "Let’s go practice our pirate laughs."