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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the sticky kitchen table. It was a child’s drawing of a house with a giant sun and a dog that looked like a lumpy cloud. “Target acquisition,” she whispered. “The Henderson birthday party. Saturday. Three p.m.” Bill squinted at the crude crayon lines. “You want to hit a nap time? The loot is in the ‘goodie bags.’” He shuddered at the word. “Plastic shovels. Stickers. The good stuff.” Molly nodded gravely. “They’ll never see us coming. We infiltrate during musical chairs. You create a diversion with the dog. I’ll sweep the gift table.” Bill’s eyes widened. “The dog is in on it?” “The dog is a loose cannon,” Molly admitted, tapping a red splotch. “But the real prize is the piñata. A donkey full of cheap candy and plastic toys. It’s a treasure chest.” Bill smiled, picturing it. “So we’re not actually stealing anything valuable.” Molly paused. “We’re stealing joy, Bill. And maybe a few unopened boxes of crayons.” She stood, rolling up the map. “Operation Sugar Rush is a go. Try not to get your fingerprints on the frosting.”