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Molly unfolded the blueprint across the laundromat dryer. “The target is inside: twenty-three presents, one suspicious piñata, and a cake guarded by toddlers.” Bill adjusted his burglar mask, which was clearly a knitted rabbit hat. “What’s our exit?” “The back door, through the garden, over the fence, and into the getaway shopping cart.” “Excellent. I’ve always wanted to flee a birthday party like a raccoon with a mortgage.” Molly tapped the map. “We enter disguised as entertainers.” Bill produced two balloons. “I can juggle.” “You can barely carry soup.” “I can carry balloons and soup simultaneously.” “That is not a useful skill.” They crouched behind a hedge as a chorus of children shrieked inside. “Remember,” Molly whispered, “we steal only the presents.” “Obviously. I have standards.” “You once stole a decorative spoon.” “It was silver-plated and emotionally available.” Molly checked the window. “On my signal, we crawl beneath the magician’s table.” “What if the magician is beneath the table?” “Then improvise.” Bill nodded solemnly. “I’ll pretend to be a lost uncle.” “You look like a frightened chimney sweep.” “Perfect. Children trust chimney sweeps.” Molly raised three fingers. “Three, two, one.” They slipped through the window, landed in a mountain of wrapping paper, and froze. A toddler pointed. “Are you the clowns?” Bill smiled nervously. “No, we’re tax auditors.” The toddler screamed. Molly grabbed a present. “Abort!” Bill seized the cake. “Counterpoint: dessert first!” They fled as the piñata swung after them, apparently armed.