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“It’s a birthday party,” Bill said, staring at the blueprints like they were a sacred text. “For a six-year-old. Named Cody.” “And Cody’s getting a zip-line,” Molly whispered back, tapping the map with a gloved finger. “A deluxe, battery-powered, ride-on zip-line from Uncle Rick. We’re not robbing a kid, Bill. We’re robbing a zip-line.” “From a kid.” “The kid’s not going to use it. He’s six. He’ll cry when the batteries die in twenty minutes. We’re providing a service.” Bill rubbed his temples. “And the unicorn piñata?” “Sugar-free candy. Nobody wants that. We’d be doing the dentists a favor.” Molly unfolded a party-favor list. “Look at this booty. A Lego Star Destroyer. A digital microscope. A signed copy of ‘The Man Who Walked Between the Towers.’ That’s liquid gold on the dark web.” “It’s a children’s book.” “It’s out of print! Parents pay a hundred bucks for that. We’re not stealing joy, Bill. We’re redistributing it.” Bill sighed, a long, defeated groan. “And the magician? Mortimer the Magnificent? He’s got doves. Live doves, Molly.” “He’ll be busy making balloon giraffes when we slip out the back. I’ve timed it. He does the dove trick at 2:15, then he’s stuck untangling a rabbit from a top hat for six minutes.” “What about the cake?” “We don’t touch the cake. That’s a line I won’t cross.” “No, I mean the cake is in the way. It’s on the gift table. He’s having a volcano cake. With dry ice. It’s going to smoke up the whole room.” Molly’s face lit up. “That’s not an obstacle. That’s cover. We’re ninjas in a fog machine.” She scribbled something on a napkin. “I’ll take the south approach, by the moon bounce. You come in from the kitchen, through the pantry. The mother’s name is Karen. She’ll be crying in the bathroom at 2:30 because the magician’s assistant is wearing a prettier hat.” “How do you know that?” “I follow her on Nextdoor. She’s a mess.” Bill picked up the zip-line brochure again. “It says here it needs three C batteries. We don’t have C batteries.” “We’ll grab some from the smoke detector in the hall closet.” “That’s a fire hazard.” “It’s a zip-line, Bill. Priorities.” Molly stood, dusted off her black turtleneck. “We go in as party planners. We go out as legends. And Cody gets a story to tell his therapist about the time the unicorn balloon popped and his presents vanished into a cloud of dry ice.” Bill was silent for a long moment. Then he smiled, slow and crooked. “Fine. But I’m keeping the microscope for myself.”