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Molly adjusted the bright plastic tiara on her head, wincing as one of the fake jewels scraped her scalp. Beside her, Bill pretended to tie his shoelaces, though they hadn't been untied. "I still think this is a terrible idea," Molly whispered through her teeth, smiling at a group of children who were enthusiastically devouring biscuits. "Endlessly terrible. It's a kid's party, Bill. What kind of criminal targets children?" Bill straightened up, brushing crumbs from his oatmeal-colored cardigan. "Successful ones, Mol. Successful ones. Did you know that a child's party generates an average of three hundred and fourteen dollars in gift value? Presents, cards, toy money gifts—it's a goldmine!" "But the security!" Molly hissed, nabbing a cupcake from a nearby table and taking a hasty bite. "There's a bouncy castle! There's a face painter! There's a magic show for crying out loud! You can't exactly ʟoiter with intent when a juggler is making things disappear!" "Exactly!" Bill nodded enthusiastically. "The juggler is making things disappear, Molly! He's the perfect alibi!" Molly groaned, running a hand through her hair and displacing the tiara even further. "Not our alibi, Bill. He's making *his* things disappear. Not three hundred dollars worth of Barbies and race cars from under a Pin the Tail on the Donkey." "Details," Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Look, the target is the presents under that tablecloth. You create a diversion at the north end of the playground, I slip in from the south and grab the loot. simple." "Create a diversion!" Molly threw her hands up. "How am I supposed to create a diversion at a children's party? Start a food fight with juice boxes? Announce that the ice cream truck has exploded?" "You could," Bill considered. "It's an option, definitely. Or, and hear me out, you could..." But Molly wasn't listening anymore. She had spotted a box of party poppers on a nearby table. "You could be wrong," she said darkly, before marching towards the poppers with determined purpose. "It's a classic," Bill called after her. "The greatest heists of the century started with a party popper diversion! Look it up!" Inside the poppers were swooped up en route to the north end of the playground, and somewhere behind Molly, Bill began quietly cramming presents into an oversized diaper bag rappel that didn't quite match the baby boy outfit he was wearing. Somewhere, the ice cream had melted, the magician was trapped in a box that didn't have a lock on it, and ten pounds of wrapping paper were about to become the least of their problems.