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Molly shifted the blueprint of the community center and grinned like a fox in a henhouse. “Bill, you absolute walnut, we’re not hitting a bank. It’s a kiddie bash. Cake, balloons, and a mountain of shiny presents with our names on them.” Bill rubbed his beard, squinting. “You want us to crash a children’s party? I feel like that’s a new low, even for us.” “Low? It’s brilliant,” Molly said, tapping the paper. “We go in as the hired magicians. I palm the good stuff while you do that terrible rabbit trick that makes toddlers cry. By the time the parents realize their little darlings are sobbing, we’ll be halfway to Mexico with enough Barbies and Transformers to start our own black-market toy empire.” “I draw the line at wearing the sparkly cape,” Bill muttered. “You’ll wear the cape and you’ll like it,” Molly shot back. “Look, we slip in during musical chairs, cut the lights when they bring out the cake, and boom—ninja thieves in velcro sneakers. Easiest score since we stole the mayor’s toupee.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But if we get recognized by some six-year-old, I’m blaming you.” Molly cackled. “Relax. We’ll be legends. The ones who stole Christmas… in July.”