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"Okay, so we casually show up to this birthday party," Molly said, biting into her stolen donut as blue icing smeared her chin. "I take out the chubby kid, you disable the security system." The security consisted of a more-breathing-than-working digital camera and a lock that Bill could open with a rubber band. "I'm stealing the presents from under the tree," Molly continued. "You keep the kids distracted. Maybe do some balloon animals? You know, the thing we talked about for weeks?" "I was a magician's assistant once," Bill insisted, fingers already moving in the air. "This kid will love me. Kids love me. Also, we've only talked about this plan for twenty minutes." "You said you did it with your magic kit as a kid. That's different," Molly rolled her eyes. "Just make sure you find a twisted balloon dog. The piñata's already filled with cash, but those toys are pure gold." Bill frowned. "We're divisioning the loot? Again? Your division of the sequin-covered princess crown last time left me without matching socks." " Lucy bought you those mismatched socks for Christmas. They're Christmas presents, Bill. Stop suggesting I made you have slate gray on the right and canary yellow on the left." "She was six," William said, losing the balloon dog slightly in his focus. "She gave me the blank look of a gifted child creating mildly uncomfortable art for her elders." Molly sighed and wiped her icing-laced fingers on her velour pants. "We're in, we're out, before cupcakes are served. The incendiary device is a timed cake that releases bright yellow smoke. No mess, no fire. It just looks like the world's worst birthday candle malfunctions." "Are we sure the kid won't notice all her presents are missing while we're still in the room?" "Distraction is key, Bill. Just keep inflating things."