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Bill adjusted his collar. "A children's party, Molly? That's the plan?" "Seven-year-olds don't have security," Molly said. "They have pinwheels." "There are forty presents." "Forty boxes of parental regret. We'll liberate overpriced plastic from capitalism's smallest victims." "You're using big words to justify stealing from toddlers." "I'm using logic. Cake happens at six. Maximum chaos. We enter as entertainers." "We can't juggle." "We don't juggle. We inflate. You make the giraffe, I make the snake. Hollow them for storage." Bill blinked. "Hollow balloon animals?" "Tactical. The giraffe neck holds Lego boxes." "That sounds wrong on every level." "Morals are flexible. Exit strategy?" "Bouncy castle. They never check inside because it's full of sugar-crazed children. We blend in, vanish." "Exactly. We'll wear party hats for authority." "Party hats aren't authority." "Tell that to the birthday king. He wears a crown and rules the world." "We're still robbing kids." "Bill, those children own more toys than a department store. One missing set teaches life is unfair. We're educators." Bill sighed. "I'll practice tying balloons." "Make the giraffe sad-eyed. Sad eyes sell authenticity." "You're completely insane." "And you're my storage giraffe. Seven p.m. We move."