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Molly tapped the blueprint on the table. “The operation is at 1600 hours. Target: the Henderson residence. Objective: acquire all birthday presents.” Bill leaned in, squinting. “That’s the one with the bouncy castle, right? I call dibs on the bouncy castle after we’re done.” “You’re not here for the bouncy castle, Bill. Focus. Security?” “Mrs. Henderson bought a new security system. It’s called a ‘baby monitor.’ Top of the line. It picks up every coo and gurgle.” Molly groaned. “So we’re dealing with audio surveillance. Any perimeter guards?” “Their cat, Mr. Whiskers. He’s on the patio. Mean little fella. Tried to claw my shoelace last recon.” “Non-lethal. noted. We go in through the back, past the cat. Diversion?” “I brought the perfect thing.” Bill held up a noisy, crinkly, oversized lollipop. “Kid kryptonite. One wave of this and they’ll follow me anywhere, forming a trail right out the back gate.” “That’s… actually not terrible. But what about the adults? They’ll be serving juice and making small talk. They’ll see you.” “I’ll be ‘Uncle Bill,’ the fun relative who just arrived. I’ll do magic tricks. Terrible ones. They’ll be so busy being politely confused, they won’t notice you looting the gift table.” “And if someone asks where you came from?” “I’ll say I drove in from ‘the city.’ That always works. Vague and impressive.” Molly nodded, making a note. “The presents themselves. How do we transport them?” “Two giant pillowcases. I’ve got them. Very professional.” “Pillowcases? We’re not amateurs, Bill. What about the noise? Rustling wrapping paper is like a siren to parents.” “We wait until the cake. When they sing ‘Happy Birthday,’ the noise level will be maximum. We move on the crescendo of ‘cha-cha-cha.’” Molly slowly looked up from her notes. “You’ve really thought about this.” “It’s my cousin’s kid’s party. I have an inside man. He wants the blue truck with the flashing lights. He’ll be our lookout.” “Excellent. Timeline?” “15:45: Infiltration. 16:00: Diversion deployed. 16:15: Cake singing commences. 16:16: The Big Grab. 16:17: Egress via hedge maze. 16:18: We’re gone, laughing all the way to the toy store.” Molly cracked a small smile. “Alright. It might just work. But remember the first rule of party heists.” “Never take the last cookie?” “No. Never underestimate a five-year-old with a new toy. They become instantly, irrationally territorial.” “Right. So, we leave the blue truck?” Molly paused. “...No. We absolutely take the blue truck.” “Thought so. For my nephew, you understand.” “Purely professional necessity.”