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Molly spread the crayon blueprint across the café table. Bill squinted at the waxy fortress, where balloons marked entrances and a purple dinosaur guarded the cake. “We go in at three,” Molly said. “Clown costumes, squeaky shoes, forged invitations.” “I refuse to wear squeaky shoes.” “They’re essential.” “They announce every step.” “Exactly. Nobody suspects noisy thieves.” Bill tapped the drawing. “What about the children?” “Distracted by sugar.” “The parents?” “Distracted by the children.” “The clown?” Molly frowned. “We distract him with professional jealousy.” Outside, rain freckled the window. A waiter delivered two tiny cupcakes, each bearing a candle and their names. Bill leaned closer. “Why are there cupcakes?” “Operational cover.” “Why is everyone singing?” “Maintain composure.” A dozen café patrons erupted into Happy Birthday. Molly smiled stiffly while Bill hid the blueprint beneath his napkin, smearing blue crayon across his sleeve. “You booked us a party?” he whispered. “I needed practice.” A balloon artist approached and twisted a dachshund. Bill accepted it solemnly. The balloon squealed. “At three,” Molly continued, “we enter, locate the gift table, and remove every package.” “How?” “Inside the dinosaur.” Bill looked impressed. “Inflatable?” “Costume.” “Who wears it?” Molly handed him the blueprint. “Happy birthday, Bill.” The café applauded. Bill’s balloon dog exploded.