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Molly unfolded the creased flyer on the dashboard of the battered sedan. The paper smelled like spilled juice and sin. "Okay. Operation Unicorn Sparkle goes live at fourteen hundred hours. We hit the backyard during the piñata swing. Total chaos. Nobody looks at the gift table." Bill squinted at the crayon drawing. A stick figure with a balloon waved like a tiny accomplice. "Are we sure this is worth it? Last week we cased a pawn shop. Feels like a step down." "It's a target of opportunity. Twenty-three presents, average retail fifty bucks each, unguarded because the 'security detail' is an alcoholic magician and a guy in a Spider-Man suit who keeps hitting on the moms." "Still. It's a children's party." "It's a capitalist consumer rally wearing a bouncy castle. Don't go soft." "I'm not going soft. I'm saying we