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Bill adjusted the velvet sack slung over his shoulder, scratching his worn leather jacket. It was a ridiculous look for a seasoned cat burglar, but Molly insisted on blending in. Outside the fence, shrieks of hyper children echoed over pop hits. The smell of cheap frosting and petting zoo livestock hung thick in the afternoon air. "What is the target?" Bill asked. "Timmy's seventh birthday," Molly whispered. "The rich kid?" "Yep. Bouncy castle, petting zoo, and a mountain of presents." "Security?" "A tired clown and a mom on her third glass of chardonnay." "What is the entry point?" "The side gate. We wait until they cut the cake, then slip in." "Are we bringing tools?" "Just a large sack and a fake smile." "What if the kids see us?" "What if they cry?" Bill asked. "We run much faster than a child," Molly said. "Tell them we are Santa's helpers. Put on the ugly elf ears." Molly crouched by the wooden gate, lockpicks glinting in the sun. She had a reputation for major art heists, but the haul was purely retail. A pony neighed nearby, masking the soft click of the latch surrendering to her practiced hands. Bill swallowed hard.