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Molly unfolded the crayon map. “Bill, the target is at three. Balloons, cake, twelve sticky witnesses.” “Twelve? I only brought eleven fake mustaches.” “They’re children.” “Exactly. Suspicious little detectives.” “Our entry?” “The dog flap.” “You got stuck in a cat calendar last Thursday.” “I was wearing the diamond hat.” “We’re not stealing hats. We’re stealing presents.” “Technically, liberating unidentified boxes.” “Molly, one of them says ‘For Timmy, love Grandma.’” “Grandma should have used a stronger safe.” Bill peered through the hedge. “There’s a clown.” “Inside man?” “Outside clown. He’s making giraffes.” “Then we wait until cake. Everyone looks at cake.” “I look at cake.” “That’s why you’re lookout.” “What if Timmy cries?” “We leave him the loudest toy.” “That’s not kindness. That’s warfare.” “Fine, we take only the boring presents: socks, encyclopedias, wooden puzzles.” “Children deserve disappointment naturally, not professionally.” Molly sighed. “Bill, are you going soft?” “No. I’m going birthday ethical.” “So what’s the plan?” “We sneak in, add better presents, eat cake, and steal the clown’s bicycle.” “The clown has a bicycle?” “He will, once I assemble it from balloon animals.” “Molly, that is ridiculous.” “It’s a children’s party, Bill; ridiculous is the dress code. Bring sprinkles and helmets.”