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Bill scanned the backyard through a gap in the fence. “Operation Candy Cane is a go.” Molly squinted. “We’re stealing from a birthday party for six-year-olds.” “High-value low-security. Those gift bags are full of gift cards. The target is the pile under the ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey’ banner.” “You want to walk in, during a children’s party, grab a pile of presents, and walk out.” “Not walk. We use the bounce house as a diversion. I’ll inflate it from the safety valve. Chaos ensues. You grab the swag.” Molly rubbed her temples. “Chaos. From a bunch of kids on sugar. You think they need help to cause chaos?” “That’s the genius. No one suspects the magician. I’m wearing a cape.” “You got a rabbit?” “I got a smoke bomb and a stolen microphone.” “Okay. Say this works. You make the kids cry. The parents call the cops. We’re fleeing with a stack of Paw Patrol wrapping paper.” “Plan B is the clown car.” “There is no clown car, Bill. There is your Buick.” Bill pointed to a unicorn piñata. “That’s a distraction.” “Or a piñata. Full of candy. Which kids will hit with a stick.” He went quiet. “You’re not helping.” “I am helping. I’m being the voice of reason. Reason says we go around back, wait for the magician, then I just ask my sister for a slice of cake.” “Your sister?” “Yeah. It’s her kid’s party. We’re invited.” Bill’s shoulders slumped. “I bought a cape for nothing.”