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“Molly, tell me again why we’re stealing from a room full of sugar-fueled six-year-olds,” Bill whispered. “Because, Bill, unlike your last job, the loot won’t bite back.” “My last job was a bird sanctuary.” “And the geese won.” Bill peeked through the hedge. “That’s a lot of balloons.” “That’s a lot of gifts,” Molly said. “Bicycle. Train set. Seven dolls. Possibly a small drum kit. Christmas has been kidnapped by a clown.” “Why are there clowns at a birthday party?” “Why are there always clowns? Focus.” “I am focused. I’m just saying, if we get caught, I’m blaming your ‘simple’ plan.” “My plan is elegant. We blend in.” “With what? Our faces?” “We put on the spare party hats.” Bill stared. “These are tiny hats.” “They’re festive tiny hats.” “Mine has a dinosaur on it.” “Perfect. Dinosaurs inspire trust.” A child shrieked inside. Bill flinched. “That sounded expensive.” “Probably the piñata,” Molly said. “Listen carefully. We enter with the cake, distract with applause, and while they’re singing, we walk out with the presents.” “You’re assuming they’ll let us carry the cake.” “They won’t.” “Then how do we get in?” Molly grinned. “Bill, for once, we arrive as the entertainment.” Bill sighed. “I hate that you’re right.” “Correction,” Molly said. “You hate that I’m brilliant.”