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The neon glow of a birthday sign flickered above the bakery-turned-party-venue. Molly adjusted her cat-ears, squinting through the window at a piñata shaped like a unicorn. "You sure this is the one?" she whispered, tapping the glass. Bill, crouched beside her, shoved a lockpick into her palm. "Positive. Mrs. Henderson’s kid’s seven today. According to their Instagram, presents are already under that rainbow table." Molly groaned, eyeing the inflatable T-Rex guarding the back door. "That thing’s gonna be a problem. You got the whoopee cushions?" "Two dozen." Bill grinned, pulling a fluorescent green backpack from the shadows. "Once we plant those, nobody’s sitting still long enough to notice us." "Smooth." Molly stuffed the pick into her sleeve. "But what about the parent? I saw at least one adult inside." Bill’s grin faltered. "Shit, I forgot about them." He scratched his temple. "Right. Distraction. I’ll pose as a clown." Molly’s eye twitched. "That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had." "Relax, I’ll wear pants." He adjusted his stolen security badge. "You just get to the table." Molly sighed, watching a toddler smash cake onto a nearby face. "Fine. But if I get glitter in my bad ankle boots, I’m throwing you to the T-Rex." Bill winked. "Deal. Now let’s make this the most expensive seventh birthday ever."