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Molly spread a crayon-drawn map across the sticky kitchen table. "The target is the living room," Molly whispered. "High density of wrapping paper." Bill squinted at the drawing. "Why is there a giant dinosaur near the cake?" "That is the birthday boy, Bill. He is four and feral." Bill sighed, checking his watch. "What is the extraction plan?" "We blend in. I have a spare oversized tutu and a plastic tiara." Bill stared at her in horror. "I am not wearing a tutu, Molly." "Fine, you can be the magical fairy godmother. It provides excellent cover for the loot bags." Bill rubbed his temples. "Are we really risking prison for a pile of Lego sets and a Barbie Dreamhouse?" "It is about the principle," Molly insisted. "Plus, the Dreamhouse has a working elevator. We can flip it on eBay by midnight." Bill looked at the map again. "Do we have a plan for the clown?" "He is a paid professional, Bill. Just distract him with a balloon animal and run for the presents." "I hate this job," Bill groaned, reaching for the glittery wings.