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# The Great Birthday Heist Molly spread the blueprints across the kitchen table, knocking over a coffee mug in the process. Bill caught it just before it soaked the plans. "Careful with the schematics," Molly snapped. "They're floor plans for a six-year-old's birthday party, Molly. Not the Louvre." "Every heist deserves respect, Bill. That's rule number one." Bill sighed and pulled up a chair. "Fine. Walk me through it." "The party starts at two. Bouncy castle goes up at noon. By one-thirty, there'll be a table absolutely loaded with presents—we're talking Nintendo Switches, remote control cars, probably some overpriced Lego set that costs more than my rent." "And we just... take them?" "We take them," Molly confirmed, tapping the blueprint with authority. "In and out in ninety seconds. Nobody even notices until the cake comes out." Bill leaned back, arms crossed. "You realize this is a birthday party for children. There will be parents. Possibly a clown." "Clowns are the least of our problems." "What's the actual plan, Molly? Not the dramatic version. The real one." Molly grinned, pulling out a folded costume from a duffel bag. "We dress as party entertainers. I'll be a magician. You'll be my lovely assistant." "Absolutely not." "It's a top hat and a cape, Bill, not a tutu." "I refuse to be anyone's lovely assistant." "Fine, you're the magician. I'll wear the cape." Bill grabbed the costume, inspecting it with visible disdain. "This smells like mothballs." "It's vintage. Adds authenticity." "It adds a rash, probably." "Focus, Bill. Once we're inside, I create a distraction—some card tricks, maybe pull a rabbit from a hat—" "Do we have a rabbit?" "We have a ferret. Close enough." Bill stared at her. "A ferret is not close enough to a rabbit." "Kids won't know the difference. They're six. They think dinosaurs still exist." "Dinosaurs did exist, Molly." "Not the point!" She smacked the table. "While everyone's distracted by the ferret—rabbit, whatever—you grab the present table and wheel it out the back." "Wheel it out? On what, a cart?" "I borrowed a shopping cart from the grocery store." "You stole a shopping cart to steal birthday presents." "When you say it like that, it sounds bad." "It sounds exactly like what it is." Molly ignored him, rolling up the blueprints with satisfaction. "This is foolproof, Bill. Foolproof." "Last week's plan was foolproof too. We ended up in a kiddie pool." "That was a tactical retreat." "You cried." "I was laughing so hard tears came out! Completely different thing." Bill rubbed his temples, already regretting every choice that led him here. "And if a parent notices two grown adults stealing an entire table of presents?" Molly shrugged, tossing him the cape. "Then we run. Really, really fast." "That's the backup plan? Running?" "It's a classic for a reason, Bill." He sighed, pulling the cape over his shoulders. "For the record, I hate this plan." "You hate every plan until it works." "They never work." Molly smiled, grabbing the ferret's cage. "There's a first time for everything."