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Molly spread the crayon blueprint across the café table, pinning each corner with stolen sugar packets. The drawing, copied from an eight-year-old’s invitation, showed a castle, a dragon, and several suspiciously enormous gift boxes. “Security?” Bill asked, squinting. “One magician, twelve parents, and a Labrador,” Molly said. Bill shuddered. Dogs had ended his promising career in sausage trafficking. Their target was the Wilkins birthday party, scheduled for noon at Bouncy Kingdom, a fortress of inflatable walls, sticky floors, and children fuelled entirely by frosting. Molly’s plan required clown costumes, helium balloons, and the nerve to crawl through a tunnel labelled Ages Five and Under. At eleven fifty-eight, they entered wearing rainbow wigs and carrying an empty cake box. Nobody questioned them. Adults avoided eye contact with clowns, which Molly considered society’s greatest tactical weakness. They reached the present mountain beside the throne. “Grab everything,” Molly whispered. Bill lifted one package. It barked. The Labrador erupted from beneath the table, seized Bill’s oversized trousers, and dragged him backward into the ball pit. Children cheered. Parents applauded. The magician assumed it was entertainment and produced a dove. Molly fled with one present. Outside, she tore it open. Inside was a junior detective kit, complete with handcuffs. Behind her, sirens approached, accompanied by triumphant barking.