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Molly unfolded the party invitation like it was a bank vault blueprint, smoothing the glittery corners with grave professional care. Bill crouched beside her behind the hedge, wearing a clown wig, a burglar’s mask, and the haunted expression of a man already regretting three separate decisions. Across the street, the community hall blazed with balloons, banners, and the unmistakable shriek of sugared children. A mountain of presents sat beneath a cardboard castle, guarded only by a grandmother with a whistle and the posture of a retired prison warden. “Timing?” Molly whispered. “During cake,” Bill said. “That’s your whole plan?” “It’s a large cake.” Molly nodded, reluctantly impressed. Bill produced a sack labeled LAUNDRY, which fooled nobody, especially since it had dollar signs drawn on it in crayon. Molly pointed toward the side door, where a magician was arguing with a rabbit that refused to enter a hat. “We go in as entertainment,” she said. “I hate children.” “They hate clowns.” “Excellent cover.” Then the birthday boy spotted Bill’s wig bobbing above the hedge and yelled with battlefield enthusiasm. Thirty children surged toward them, demanding balloon swords, face paint, and justice. Molly pocketed the invitation and sighed. The heist, she realized, had already stolen their afternoon.