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Molly peeked around the corner of the empty alley. "Bill, this is genius. Kids' parties mean piles of presents just sitting there, unguarded by parents too busy with cake." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "Yeah, but what if they scream? Tiny humans with sticky fingers and unlimited energy. Nightmare!" "Chill. We go in as the entertainment. You juggle, I do magic tricks. Boom, distractions everywhere. Then we stuff backpacks full of wrapped goodies while the birthday song starts." "Magic tricks? I can barely open a jar. And presents—what if it's all dolls and trucks? Not exactly fenceable." "Fenceable? Think resale gold, Bill. Electronics under bows, gift cards in envelopes. We'll hit the pile by the clown inflatable, right when the pinata bursts. Chaos covers the snatch." Bill nodded slowly. "Okay, okay. You handle the parents with your charm. 'Oh, what a lovely child!' Meanwhile I grab the big ones. But no taking the piñata candy. That's crossing a line." "Agreed. Purely presents. Meet at the fountain after, split the loot, celebrate with milkshakes. This heist writes itself for our next book, partner." "As long as no one calls the cops. Or worse, the moms." They high-fived silently.