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Molly smoothed the wrinkled crayon map across the sticky booth surface. "We enter during the magic act." Bill adjusted his tight leather gloves and examined the drawing closely. "What about the parents?" Molly tapped the illustrated wooden fence with sudden confidence. "They will be distracted by gossip. We crawl under the trampoline, snatch the presents, and escape before the piñata drops." Bill sipped his bitter lukewarm tea and frowned deeply today. "Children are observant. They scream loudly." Molly checked her stolen silver watch and calculated carefully again. "Not after the sugar crash hits. I studied the schedule. Four o'clock guarantees total naps. We wear giant floppy shoes for cover." Bill drummed his anxious fingers nervously against the table wood. "I hate floppy shoes. They squeak loudly." Molly packed the large empty duffel bag with steady precision. "Then walk carefully. The prize is enormous. Vintage games, thick envelopes, maybe a laptop." Bill rubbed his sore aching temples and sighed heavily. "Fine. But if one toddler wakes, I am running away fast." Molly slid a plastic red nose forward across the table. "Just watch my signal. When the balloon pops, we bolt." Bill pocketed the cheap foam disguise and stood up slowly.