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Molly pressed her ear against the backdoor of the bouncy castle and wheezed. "Bill, do you smell that? That's the smell of forty untouched Lego sets and a PlayStation that still smells like factory plastic." Bill was kneeling in a rhododendron bush, chewing a granola bar he definitely had not paid for. "Molly, I'm having second thoughts." "About what? The heist? The split? Your life choices?" "About breaking into a six year old's birthday party." "It's not breaking in if we RSVP'd." "We didn't RSVP. You forged a card that said 'Uncle Gary and plus one.' Nobody has an Uncle Gary named Molly with a skull tattoo." "Details, Bill. The invites went out three weeks ago. The parents are overcompensating for a divorce with a magician, a petting zoo, and approximately nine hundred dollars in wrapped cardboard boxes. We're walking in, blending with the chaos, and walking out with every present before the candles get blown out." "You want to rob children." "I want to rob the parents who bought the gifts! Those presents belong to a child named Timmy who threw a tantrum at Target. They're technically ours if we have faster hands." Bill sighed and spat out an almond. "How do we blend in? I haven't been near a child since I accidentally swore in front of a Girl Scout in 2014." "We wear bright colors. We smile. You pretend to be Uncle Gary who works in logistics and smells like regret." "And you?" "I'm Aunt Brenda from accounting. I bring a gift, I leave with twenty." Bill stood up, brushing dirt off his knees. "There's security. I saw a dad with a dad bod and a walkie talkie." "That dad is named Chad. Chad is on his second hard seltzer and is currently trying to keep a goat from eating the balloon arch. He is not security. He is a concept." "So we just... walk in?" "We walk in with confidence and a decoy present. I wrapped an old toaster in Spider-Man paper." "That sounds like a lawsuit." "It's called misdirection, Bill." Bill peeked through the window. "There's so many of them. Tiny humans running with cake." "Exactly. Perfect cover. Nobody notices two adults in a swarm of sugar high midgets. We grab the present table during the magician's rabbit trick, stash them in our van that I painted to look like a caterer, and we're in Mexico by Tuesday." "Mexico?" "Mentally, Bill. We'll be in New Jersey. But rich mentally." Bill adjusted his beanie. "What if the kid cries?" "Kids cry when they don't get what they want. We're not taking away his happiness, we're taking away redundant plastic. He gets our toaster. That's character building." "You're insane." "I'm unemployed and brilliant. Now, do you have the wire cutters for the bike lock on the present table?" "I brought a crowbar." "Bill." "What? It's multipurpose!" Molly grabbed his collar and pulled him away from the bush. "Listen. The magician is loading his hat. The goat has escaped into the parking lot. Chad is chasing it with a cup of punch. This is our window. Are you in, Uncle Gary?" Bill looked at the party. A clown was failing to make a balloon giraffe. "Do I have to talk to anyone?" "Only if they ask why you're crying near the gift table." "Let's do it." "Atta boy. And Bill?" "Yeah?" "If anyone asks, you love children and you've always wanted a nephew named Timmy." "I'm going to prison for this." "You're going to retire for this. Now move, before the rabbit comes out."