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“Molly, tell me you packed the glitter-proof duct tape.” “I did, Bill. It’s called ‘party decor,’ and it sticks better to wrapping than your confidence.” “Hey, my confidence is solid. Like that aunt’s chandelier.” “Focus. We’re breaking into a children’s party. The guards are nine-year-olds with juice boxes.” “Easy. We’ll distract them with a diversion.” “A diversion? What kind of diversion?” “The classic: pretend to be clowns.” “You can barely juggle your own lies.” “Juggling is advanced lying. Okay, plan: I slip in through the side gate.” “You hate side gates.” “I hate them aesthetically. But I can do it. You climb the fence.” “I’m not climbing anything. I’m ‘coincidentally ascending.’” “Great. Ascend. Once inside, we steal all the presents before the cake gets cut.” “The cake is the real distraction. While everyone stares at frosting, we snatch presents like sugar thieves.” “Wow, poetic. Now tell me about the laser grid.” “There is no laser grid.” “There’s always a laser grid.” “Molly, it’s a birthday party.” “They love security theater. Like the clown with the squeaky shoes.” “Fine. If there’s a laser grid, I’ll compliment it until it confesses.” “You can’t flirt with a laser.” “I can. Lasers respond to intensity.” “Just don’t get caught by the balloons.” “Balloons don’t catch people.” “Balloons float.” “Exactly. If they catch anything, it’s your ego.” “Okay, clock starts at ‘Happy Birthday.’ Ready?” “As ready as we’ll ever be to steal joy.” “Joy is plural. So are the gifts.” “Then let’s kidnap the Christmas of this week.” “Agreed. Three… two…—wait, Bill, what if the presents are for someone with a dog?” “Then we steal the dog’s heart too.” “Murderous romantic. Go.”