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Molly unfolded the party map across the diner table. “We enter at noon, disguised as entertainers.” Bill studied the crayon arrows. “I can juggle.” “You dropped three oranges and frightened a pigeon.” “It was a hostile pigeon.” Molly tapped the drawing of the cake. “The presents are stacked beside the magician. We grab them, exit through the balloon arch, and vanish.” “Define vanish.” “Run quickly while wearing capes.” Bill frowned. “We’re stealing from children.” “We’re redistributing poorly guarded merchandise.” “That sounds worse.” “It’s a children’s party, Bill. The gifts are wrapped. We won’t know what we’re taking.” “Exactly. We could escape with socks.” “Then we’ll be wealthy in socks.” Outside, a delivery van honked. Bill flinched and knocked over the sugar bowl. Molly caught it before it shattered, then noticed the label: BIRTHDAY SUPPLIES. “We’ll hide inside that van,” she whispered. “Brilliant. What if the driver notices us?” “Smile innocently.” “I have a suspicious smile.” “Practice looking surprised.” Bill widened his eyes until he resembled a startled owl. Molly nodded reluctantly. At the party hall, children shrieked with laughter. A clown guarded the presents, juggling knives. Bill swallowed. “That clown has better equipment than I do.” “Stay calm.” “I’m calm. My knees are simply fleeing.” They crept toward the balloon arch. A little girl pointed at them. “Are you the robbers?” Molly froze. Bill bowed. “Only on weekends.” The girl grinned. “Great! The pinata needs criminals.”