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“Bill, focus. The target is a ten-year-old’s birthday party, not Fort Knox.” “I’m focused, Molly. I just don’t think my knees can handle another bouncy castle infiltration.” “Your knees aren’t the point. The presents are stacked right by the cake table. We slip in during the ‘Happy Birthday’ song.” “And if a kid catches us?” “We smile, wave, and say we’re the magician’s assistants. You’ve got the glitter vest, I’ve got the rabbit.” “That rabbit bit me last time.” “He’s been sedated. Look, the window to the playroom is unlocked. We climb, we grab, we vanish.” “What about the parents? They’ll be watching like hawks over the goodie bags.” “The parents will be drunk on fruit punch and regret. Trust me. I’ve studied their patterns.” “You studied parents at a kid’s party?” “I’m a professional, Bill. Now, when I give the signal—a triple honk of my novelty party horn—you go for the big box with the bow.” “The one that says ‘To Timmy’?” “That one. It’s probably a tablet. Or a drone.” “Or a stuffed llama.” “Llama, tablet, doesn’t matter. It’s profit. Now, repeat the plan.” “Sneak in, avoid children, grab presents, run.” “And?” “And don’t get hit with glitter.” “Attaboy. Let’s go steal some innocence.”