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Molly flattened the creased blueprint against the greasy diner table. “Okay, target’s the Bouncy Castle of Eternal Sorrow. No, wait, that’s the one next door.” Bill stabbed a greasy french fry into a ketchup puddle. “Themed party. ‘Princess Sparklehorn’s Realm of Glitter.’ I’m allergic to glitter.” “You’re allergic to joy,” Molly said. “We go in as the ‘Gift Voucher and Removal Specialists.’ You wear the rainbow unicorn head, I handle the loot.” “Loot? It’s a seven-year-old’s stash. We’re getting foam swords and a remote control that only works for the first five feet.” “And a signed photo of the local weatherman,” Molly added. “He’s a regional treasure.” Bill groaned. “Why not just swipe the birthday cake? It’s chocolate. No glitter.” “Because the cake is a decoy,” Molly said, tapping the blueprint. “The real haul is in the Goody Bag Fortress, behind the pinata. We need a diversion. Something adults will ignore completely.” “Like a child crying about a lost balloon?” “No, that gets attention. We need a grown-up crying about a lost 401k. I’ll fake a phone call with my accountant. You sneak in.” Bill stared at her. “You have an accountant?” “No, but I have a very convincing voice for financial despair.”