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Molly unfolded the blueprints on the cafe table. "We've got a twelve-minute window during Pin the Tail on the Donkey. All eyes on the birthday boy." Bill slurped his smoothie. "And the presents are right there? Just… sitting there?" "A pyramid. A glistening, gift-wrapped pyramid. But it's guarded." "Guards?" "Worse. Parents. Mothers with eyes like hawks and a sixth sense for tampering with loot bags. And the gift table is in the main room." "So we walk in. We're just guests. Uncle Bill and Aunt Molly." "Neither of us is anyone's uncle or aunt." "We will be. Today. I've got balloons." Bill produced a giant foil "7" from his coat. "For the kid. My niece. What's her name?" "Emma." "Perfect. I love Emma. We blow in, coo at the baby, hand over the balloon, and when they start the donkey game…" "We create a distraction. A loud, harmless one." "I can do loud." "The plan requires a smoke bomb. Not you singing." "Fine. What about the getaways? Minivan?" "Station wagon. Sticker-bombed. We'll blend right in." "Brilliant. They'll never suspect a couple in a sticker-covered station wagon." "Exactly. Now, do you have the laser pointer for the alarm system?" "The what?" "The gift table. It has a pressure-sensitive mat. I told you." "Right, right. The laser pointer. Yep. Got it." Molly leaned in. "You don't have a laser pointer, do you?" Bill smiled sheepishly. "I've got a pen that lights up when you click it."