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Molly wiped grease from her hands with a rag that may once have been white. "Alright, Bill, we’ve scoped the place. A hundred kids, balloons, clown, the works. Security? One sleepy guy in a vest who’s more interested in his cheese puffs than the glowing exit signs." Bill adjusted his fake mustache, the one with the tiny cactus glued to it. "And the presents?" "Stacked by the door like a buffet. Action figures, tablets, whatever ‘Roblox’ is." Molly grinned. "We hit when the clown does his balloon animals. Chaos is our best friend. Grab and go." Bill nodded, then winced as the cactus mustache tickled his nose. "What’s the clown’s routine? I need specifics." "Thirty seconds for a giraffe, forty for a sword—oh, and he’s lactose intolerant so he’s got a backup cocoa cart with coconut milk." Molly pulled out a floor plan. "We go in through the kitchen, out through the gift zone, meet back at the van. Easy." Bill squinted at the plan. "The van’s a minivan full of stolen jelly shoes. We’ll stick out like—" "Like we belong," Molly cut in. "Parents assume anyone in a minivan is just ferrying more joy. Plus we can hide presents under the seats." Bill sighed. "We’re stealing from kids." Molly tossed him a pair of kid-sized sunglasses. "Bill, we’re leveling up the game. This isn’t stealing. It’s redistributing joy with extreme prejudice."