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Molly crouched behind the balloon arch and stared at the gift table through the catering tent flap. “Bill, remind me why we’re robbing a five-year-old’s birthday party.” Bill adjusted his fake mustache. “Because, Molly, the loot is abundant, the security is asleep, and the victim has been distracted by a clown with a foam sword.” She winced as a child shrieked with joy. “You make it sound noble.” “It is noble,” Bill said. “We’re redistributing presents from one extremely fortunate child to two extremely underpaid professionals.” Molly peeked at the stacked boxes. “I see a train set, three dolls, and something shaped like a volcano.” “Excellent,” Bill said. “Volcanoes are always premium.” “Bill, the parents are right there.” “Then we keep it classy. We wait for the magician to do the rabbit trick, the music to get loud, and the grandparents to start dancing.” Molly held up a tiny crowbar. “And then?” “And then,” Bill whispered, “we enter the Bounce House Exit Strategy.” She frowned. “That’s not a strategy.” “It is if nobody can catch us while we’re still in the bounce house.” Molly grinned despite herself. “Fine. But if we’re doing this, I’m taking the dinosaur wrapping paper.” “Deal,” Bill said. “Now act casual. You look suspiciously like a mastermind.”