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Bill wiped sweat from his brow and adjusted the fake glasses perched precariously on his nose. His Hawaiian shirt was already sticking to his back, and the children's party was only just beginning. Molly, dressed in a scheming smile and a bright pink tutu that made her look like a faux pas come to life, laid out blueprints on the hood of their getaway car—though in this case, the getaway car was little more than a stolen shopping cart with training wheels. "According to my reconnaissance," Molly whispered, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial level, "the goody bags are filled with legitimate loot. Potato chips, bubbles, and something called 'gummy worms.' The main presents, though, are under the worktable being used as a serving station." Bill nodded, pushing his fake sunglasses up further. "A classic misdirection. We need to create a diversion to draw the parents away from the gift area." Molly tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Easy. I'll go inside, pretend to be a child's long-lost Aunt Cheryl, and start handing out questionable lemonade. The scream-inducing stuff left over from last year's barbecue." "Perfect," Bill said, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "While the parents are busy taste-testing potential food poisoning, I'll use my reliable potty-mouthing skills to inspect the plunder. Eeny, meeny, minesy, moley." Molly clapped her hands. "Let's make this regrettable memory." Together they high-fived, not noticing the actual three-year-old watching them from behind a bush, holding the keys to both the car and their eventual downfall.