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“You sure about this, Bill?” Molly asked, adjusting the strap of her backpack. “Breaking into Timmy’s seventh birthday party feels… wrong.” “Wrong is relative,” Bill said, checking his watch. “The parents will be half-drunk on cheap wine by four. The kids are sugared-up zombies. And the presents are stacked like a gold mine under a piñata.” “But it’s a unicorn piñata. With rainbow-colored wings. I saw it through the window,” Molly said. “I’m not sure I can look a unicorn in the eye and steal from its shadow.” “It’s candy, Molly. Not a sacred beast. The unicorn is filled with cheap plastic toys and sugar that’ll make them see sounds. We’re doing them a favor.” “A favor? We’re stealing ‘Squeaky the Hedgehog’ from little Chloe.” “Chloe has twelve hedgehogs already. Her mom posted it on Facebook. We’re curating her collection.” Molly pulled out a crumpled napkin with a map. “Okay. The back gate has a latch that’s been broken since May. The dog is a elderly pug named Nugget. He barks once every twenty minutes, but only if you mention the mailman.” “So if we avoid postal conversation, we’re golden.” “And the bouncy castle. The rental guy always leaves the blower on. We can crawl under the castle and pop up near the gift table.” “Pop up? From a bouncy castle? I’m not a ninja magician.” “You’re a thief, Bill. Improvise.” “Fine. What’s the extraction plan?” Molly gestured with her hand like a pilot. “We grab the gift bags. I take the left side—educational toys, socks, and Amazon returns. You take the right—all the flashy stuff. We meet by the weeping willow in ten.” “And the clown?” “Bobbles the Clown is allergic to glitter. I have a bag of it in my pocket. If he sneezes, we have a five-second window of chaos.” “You carry glitter for emergencies?” “I carry glitter for all occasions. This is just a targeted use.” Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. “This is the weirdest heist we’ve ever done. The banker’s vault was simpler. Even the antique store. But children’s party… it’s got moral landmines.” “Moral landmines? Bill, last week you stole a prosthetic leg from a man who was napping at the park.” “He was napping on my bench! And he left it unattended! That’s entrapment.” “You sold it at a flea market for twelve dollars.” “It was a good leg. Okay. Fine. We do this. But if I get glitter in my eyes, you’re carrying me out.” “Deal. And Bill?” “Yeah?” “If you see a unicorn piñata with rainbow wings, don’t puncture it. It’s not worth the emotional baggage.” “I’ll let the kids do that. They’re the vandals. We’re just the facilitators.” Molly nodded, a grim smile on her face. “Let’s go steal some presents, Bill. And try not to make a child cry.” “That’s your job,” Bill said, pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket. “I’m the silent type.” “You haven’t been silent for forty-five minutes.” “That’s talking. I’m silent in the moment.” “Just get under the bouncy castle.” “I’m going.” “You’re not going.” “I’m going.” “Fine. Go.”