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Molly spread the crayon-drawn blueprint across the table. "The party starts at noon. That's when the bouncy castle goes up." "And that's our window?" Bill asked, peering at the smudged paper. "Precisely. While forty sugar-crazed seven-year-olds storm the piñata, we slip in through the back gate dressed as clowns." Bill grimaced. "I'm not wearing the wig again. It makes me look unhinged." "You are unhinged, Bill. That's why I love working with you." She tapped the diagram. "The presents are stacked here, beside the cake. We grab everything in the gift pile and vanish before anyone notices." "What about the parents?" "Distracted. There's an open bar." Bill brightened considerably. "Now that's a detail I can support." "Focus," Molly snapped. "We've got ninety seconds to load the loot into the van." "And if a kid spots us?" "You hand them a balloon animal and walk away calmly." "I can't make balloon animals." "Then twist something vaguely dog-shaped and run." Bill sighed, studying the plan one last time. "You realize we're stealing from children?" "Spoiled children," Molly corrected, slipping on her oversized red nose. "Their parents will buy replacements by Tuesday." "Brilliant," Bill muttered, reaching reluctantly for the dreaded wig. "Absolutely brilliant."