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Molly peered through the bakery window at the rainbow of balloons drifting over the backyard next door. “Bill, tell me again why we’re robbing a party for six-year-olds.” “Because,” Bill said, adjusting his tie, “children receive gifts with terrible vigilance and zero tax documentation.” “That is not a real reason.” “It is for me.” Molly watched a clown twist a balloon into something alarming. “We’re going to look ridiculous.” “We are thieves, Molly. Ridiculous is our brand.” “They’ll notice us.” “Not if we blend in.” “With what? Tiny hats?” “Exactly. Tiny hats, big confidence.” Molly sighed and tugged at the paper crown he’d made from a cereal box. “If anyone asks, I’m not carrying a sack.” “You’re carrying an investment portfolio.” “That sack is shaped like a football.” “Artisanal portfolio.” A child’s laughter burst from the yard, followed by the thump of a piñata missing its moral center. Molly winced. “I hate that you make crime sound like party planning.” Bill grinned. “Same skill set. Same snacks. Now, on my mark, we enter boldly, compliment the cake, and gently liberate the presents.” “And if they stop us?” Bill winked. “Then we were never here.” From the backyard came a cry of, “The treasure hunt starts now!” Molly adjusted her tiny hat. “Bill?” “Yes?” “I’m beginning to think the children are stealing from us.”