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Molly handed Bill a crumpled party invitation under the dim glow of the streetlamp. “You sure this is smart, Molly? 40 kids hopped up on sugar and birthday cake? That’s a disaster waiting to happen.” “It’s not the kids we’re after, it’s the loot,” she whispered, leaning closer. “Five gift tables full of brand-new gadgets, toys, and who knows what else—easy pickings if we time it right.” Bill scratched his chin. “And how exactly do we waltz past a bunch of screaming five-year-olds in glitter crowns?” Molly grinned and pulled a child-sized wizard robe from her backpack. “We dress up as entertainers. You wear this, pretend you’re the balloon guy, and I’ll be the magician with a big box we wheel in. Once inside we swap it for an empty box while everyone’s distracted.” “That’s your plan?” Bill looked skeptical. “A balloon animal isn’t exactly stealth mode.” “Relax,” she said, adjusting the robe over his shoulders. “The parents leave in the corner while the kids play games. You make a few squeaky giraffes, I pull a ‘rabbit’ from the hat that’s actually our duffel. Then we quietly wheel the box out the back door.” Bill sighed. “And if someone notices the presents are disappearing?” Molly tapped her temple. “Then we blame it on the mysterious birthday gremlin. Kids love stories—by the time the parents check, we’ll be three blocks away counting our haul.” “Okay, but what about security cams?” “Two old ladies running the party rented a bounce house and hired us on Craigslist. You really think they’re live-streaming the goings-on? We’re golden.” Bill tugged the robe tighter. “And after we grab everything—what do we do with fifty pounds of wrapping paper and plastic dinosaurs?” “Dump the junk in the park dumpster, keep anything worth a fence’s time, and split the money fifty-fifty,” Molly replied, stuffing extra rubber bands in her pocket. “Piece of cake, Bill.” He laughed quietly. “Famous last words before cake goes everywhere.” Molly checked her watch. “Party starts in twenty. Grab your balloon pump—we’re the entertainment, remember?” Bill straightened his ridiculous hat. “Right. Just don’t forget your ‘magic wand’ can’t actually vaporize any parents who catch us.” “Only if they try to stop me,” she said, smiling.