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"Don't we look fabulous," Bill whispered, adjusting his party hat. "Like two people who definitely belong at a six-year-old's birthday." "Better question," Molly said, peering around the hedge. "Do we look like we brought gifts? Because I draw the line at shopping." "You brought a weapon?" "I brought a gift bag. Empty." "Genius." Bill snickered. "So what's the plan, oh mastermind of kindergarten crime?" "We mingle. We befriend the birthday brat. We wait for cake." "Then?" "Then everyone goes into sugar shock, and we raid the present table like our lives depend on it. Which they might. You owe Marco three thousand dollars, Bill." "I hate when you bring up Marco during heist briefings." "Focus. What's our exit strategy?" "Window above the bouncy castle." "Bill, that's a twelve-foot drop onto a children's inflatable." "I once survived worse in Prague." "You broke your ankle in Prague." "Ankles heal. Marco's collection agency does not." "Fine. I distract the clown. You grab the loot." "What if the clown suspects?" "Bill, you are a grown man in a bow tie. The clown is the least of our worries." "Touché. Let's go steal from toddlers, Moll." "For Marco."