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Molly pulled a black balaclava over a glittery party hat and hefted her duffel across the driveway. "We hit them precisely at cake time," she said. "That is our only vulnerability window." Bill adjusted his ski mask, still wearing fuzzy bunny ears. "You're robbing actual five-year-olds?" "Not robbing. Reallocating unearned joy. There's Legos, scooters, one remote dinosaur that roars." Bill studied the colorful flyer with growing dread. "There's a professional clown, Moll. And a bouncy castle." Molly tapped the map with a gloved finger. "Chaos is cover. Once that piñata explodes, every adult goes blind with sugar." Bill shivered despite the warm air. "Last toddler heist, juice went straight to my ribs." "That was research. Sing 'Happy Birthday' completely off-key—you're the distraction." "I'm genuinely tone deaf." "Then suffering sounds authentic. Wear gloves; avoid gluten-free cupcakes." Bill sighed, pulling gloves on slowly. "My mother said I'd be specifically felony-adjacent." "We enter through the side gate marked Wishes." Bill glanced nervously toward the balloons. "Ball pit is our exit?" Molly smiled. "Ball pit is our exit. It eats footprints and dignity." Bill paled visibly behind his mask. "We'd literally steal wrapped gifts from toddlers?" "We'd liberate presents from capitalism's smallest shareholders. Let's ruin a Tuesday." Molly tossed the bag over her shoulder and grinned.