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Molly spread the crayon blueprint on the damp basement table, right over a grease-stained map of the subway system. Bill picked at the sequins glued to his tactical vest, his jaw tense beneath the fraying wool of his balaclava. "Henderson residence," Molly hissed, tapping a waxy circle drawn in purple marker. "Pirate theme. Intel confirms one PS5 and enough gift cards to fund our retirement. We hit at three o'clock sharp." Bill groaned, tugging the oversized plastic hook over his leather glove. "A PS5? At a seventh birthday? Molly, are you sure the parents aren't just trolling the invite list?" "The cake is a distraction. We grab the loot while they slice." Molly grabbed a plastic cutlass from the table and jabbed it at the floor. "Infiltration is key. We go in as the entertainment." "I knew it." Bill kicked a stacked pile of unmarked cardboard boxes, sending loose marbles skittering across the concrete. "The clown routine? I squeaked so loud the driver pulled over last time." "Focus, Bill. Clowns are invisible in plain sight. No parent questions a harlequin until the toys vanish. You create the chaos. Balloon animals, juggling the piñata. I load the sacks." "Juggling the piñata? That's fifty pounds of papier-mâché and hard candy. I'm a thief, not a circus act with a hernia." "You'll manage. We exit through the garden shed. No alarms, no witnesses, just the sound of weeping children and our escaping tires." Molly grabbed two burlap sacks embroidered with happy skulls and stuffed duct tape into her pocket. "Suit up. If we get caught, we blame the magician." Molly applied a stripe of white greasepaint to her cheek. She visualized the layout. The living room contained a mountain of wrapped boxes near the fireplace, guarded by a sleeping golden retriever and a platter of finger sandwiches. Bill fumbled with the buckles on his jousting doublet, his fingers thick and clumsy. "What about the drone?" Bill pointed a gloved finger at the map. "Timmy's uncle is bringing the DJI Mavic. If we move too fast, he'll broadcast our exit to the neighborhood watch chat." "The drone battery is a dud. I swapped it during the grocery run. We have a fifteen-minute window before he notices." Molly grabbed the squeaky shoes and shoved them into Bill's chest. "Move fast, Bill." Bill sighed, staring at the red leather with hatred. "Fine. But if I trip over a stray balloon, I'm blaming you. And we're taking the Lego set first. That's the portable value." Molly shoved the red foam nose onto Bill's face. "Deal. And check the masks. Mrs. Higgins monitors the scanners; she'll recognize my voice if I squeak." The damp air hung heavy with the scent of damp wool and desperation. A single lightbulb swung overhead, casting long shadows that danced like goblins across the concrete walls. Bill's stomach growled, a reminder that the last meal they'd shared was a stolen bag of pretzels from three days ago. "Now put on the nose. We're burning daylight."