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Molly squinted at the inflatable bouncy castle across the yard. “Bill, I’m telling you, the haul is inside that rainbow-themed monstrosity.” Bill adjusted his ski mask, which smelled faintly of cheese. “We’re robbing a kid’s birthday party. We’re the worst people.” “We’re professional thieves, Bill. This is a legitimate target. Thirty gift bags, each with a two-dollar Slinky and a four-dollar action figure. That’s a hundred and eighty dollars in merchandise.” “Plus the piñata,” Bill mumbled. “I saw it. It’s a Unicorn. Probably stuffed with bubble gum.” “See? You’re in.” Molly pointed to the back door. “The parents are drinking sangria on the patio. We slip in, grab the presents from under the ‘Happy 7th Birthday, Timmy’ banner, and exit through the garage. Clean. Quiet.” “What about the kids?” “They’re in the bounce house. They can’t see us. They’re clouds of sugar and chaos.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But if I get hit by a glitter bomb, I’m billing you for therapy.” “Deal. Now move. And stop breathing on the fence—your breath leaves condensation.”