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The plan was simple, elegant even, Molly thought as she unfurled the crumpled napkin across their rented apartment's rickety table. Blue crayon markings denoted the layout of Henderson's backyard, complete with a wobbly slide and what appeared to be a bounce house marked with a suspicious asterisk. "The bounce house is the weak point," Molly whispered, tapping the napkin with a greasy fingernail. Bill squinted at the diagram. "That's a trampoline." "Details." Molly waved him off and continued her briefing. The operation would commence at precisely 2:15 PM, during the singing of Happy Birthday, when every adult would be distracted by the chaos of twenty sugar-crazed six-year-olds tearing into a piñata shaped like a unicorn. Bill would scale the fence from the east side, near the rose bushes that old Henderson never tended to. Molly would approach from the driveway, disguised as a party clown, complete with oversized shoes and a rainbow wig purchased from a theatrical supply store for forty-seven dollars. Once inside, they'd work fast. The presents sat stacked on a folding table near the cake. Twenty minutes tops, then vanish into the afternoon like ghosts at a birthday party. Bill scratched his chin nervously. "I don't know about this." Molly glared at him. "The parents bought those presents. We're technically robbing grown-ups." Bill considered this. "Proceed."