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Molly spread the blueprint across a stolen folding table, pinning corners with a juice box and her elbow. The map showed a suburban living room transformed into a jungle of balloon arches with a piñata hanging suspiciously overhead. Bill paced behind her in a black turtleneck that made him look less like a criminal and more like a disappointed mime. "We hit at cake time, then vanish without a trace," he said, tapping tiny chairs that formed a perfect blind spot near the gift table. Molly circled the present pile with a red marker; it sat vulnerable by the window, wrapped in paper depicting smiling dinosaurs and unicorns. "The dog door is too small for your ridiculous ego," she said, calculating the exit route anyway. Bill insisted they measure his shoulders first, then practiced being the entertainment's security consultant. The party started at noon, meaning parents would be distracted by candles, singing, and the existential dread of small talk. Molly packed glitter bombs for theatrical misdirection while Bill memorized the layout. Outside, rain tapped the van roof like impatient fingers. They had exactly four hours to steal every present and avoid being tackled by a seven-year-old named Brayden who apparently knew karate.