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Bill crouched behind the bush, studying the backyard through binoculars. "Thirty-seven kids, fourteen parents, and one very angry-looking piñata," he whispered. "So the piñata is security?" Molly asked, checking her gear. "Worse. It's shaped like a donkey. Those eyes follow you, Molls." "We're stealing presents from five-year-olds, Bill. This is the smallest job we've ever pulled." "Small? There's a bounce house. Those things cost eight hundred dollars. And look—" He pointed. "A remote-controlled dinosaur. That's worth at least sixty bucks." Molly peered over the hedge. Kids were screaming, cake was flying, and some toddler was already wearing frosting as war paint. "What's our entry point?" "Back door. The babysitter's on her phone. Probably texting her boyfriend about astrology or whatever." "Bold assumption." "I saw her TikTok. It's all astrology." Molly pulled out a small device. "Okay, here's the plan. We wait until they sing Happy Birthday. The parents get emotional, the kids get sugar-crazed, and nobody notices two adults in oversized mascot costumes walking out with bags." Bill stared at her. "Where did you get mascot costumes?" "I have my sources." "You mean your mom's closet." "My mom is a very large woman, Bill. Now put on the bear head."