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"Bill, do you understand the plan?" "The plan is to steal toys from toddlers, Molly?" "Exactly. The birthday party has fifty gifts, and every single one is wrapped in shiny paper screaming steal me." "That sounds like a felony with frosting." "It's a heist with helium balloons, Bill. We wear black, we move like shadows, and we disappear with the loot." "Children scream louder than alarms." "Then we bring earplugs and a getaway stroller." "A stroller? We are adults." "Exactly. Nobody suspects the couple pushing the empty stroller out of a clown-themed disaster." "What about the parents?" "Distracted by cake and emotional speeches about how fast they grow." "We have ethics, Molly. Barely, but we have them." "We have moral flexibility. The kids have too many toys anyway." "That is not a legal defense." "It is my defense, and I am sticking to it." "Where is the entry point?" "The back gate is broken because the neighbor's dog hates fences." "That sounds like an invitation." "That sounds like destiny. We go at seven, right when the magician pulls a rabbit out of a hat." "Rabbits bite." "So do we, metaphorically. You grab the left table, I grab the right." "What if there is a piñata?" "We avoid the piñata. I am not fighting a papier-mâché donkey for a Lego set." "Fair. Do we take the cake?" "No. We are thieves, not monsters. The presents only." "You said we take everything shiny." "That was poetic license. No cake, no balloons, no birthday boy tears if we can avoid it." "We will avoid it poorly." "Then we run fast. I have mapped the alley behind the bounce house." "Bounce houses are for bouncing, Molly, not for escaping adults in tactical turtlenecks." "Bill, nothing stops us. Not guilt, not glitter, not a six-year-old with a karate belt." "That kid has a black belt?" "Yellow. Still dangerous to our dignity." "What is our cover story if caught?" "We are the entertainment. Clowns without makeup." "That is terrifying." "That is the point. Terror buys seconds. Seconds buy freedom." "Do we have bags?" "Garbage bags. Black, sleek, silent except for the crinkling which I will suppress with sheer will." "Crinkling is the enemy." "Crinkling is also inevitable. Embrace it like destiny. Now, memorize the layout. Living room has the tower of gifts. Kitchen has the backup stash hidden behind juice boxes. Backyard has nothing but emotional parents taking photos." "We skip the photos." "We skip everything except the merchandise. Meet me at the gate with your gloves and your questionable judgment." "My judgment is always questionable, Molly." "That is why I love you, partner. Now move. The party starts in an hour and I already feel the moral weight of stolen teddy bears."<|end_message|>