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Molly tightened a bolt on her grappling hook while Bill paced nervously, looking at his wristwatch. "We're cutting it close, Molly. The party starts in forty-five minutes." Bill wrung his hands. "Kids have terrible timing. What if they open the presents early?" "Bill, relax. We timed this perfectly." Molly patted the hook. "Look at this beauty. I could anchor it to a flying pig if I had to." "Who says we're not doing a flying pig tonight? Listen, the security here is ridiculous. The birthday girl's dad is a retired police chief." Bill swept a lock of hair from his eyes. "He's probably got surveillance cameras under the punch bowl." "Hence the party," Molly countered smoothly. "Chaos is our cover, Bill. We'll be invisible in the crowd of sugar-high children. Besides, I planted these." She tossed a handful of glittering gold coins into the air. "Confetti, you amateur." "Confetti." Bill caught one and squinted. "Molly, these are solid gold. Where did you—" "Who asks questions, Bill? We're in and out before they sing 'Happy Birthday.' Keep your focus on the presents, not the party favors." She checked her watch again. "Or don't. We need your eyes on the parents, not the tiny humans tearing wrapping paper. Ready?"