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Molly spread the blueprint. "Party starts at two." Bill scratched his mask. "Perfect. Kids are sugar-bombed and parents are catatonic." "We go in as caterers." "I don't cook." "You carry trays. Empty trays." "What about the clown?" "We kidnap him first." Bill blinked. "With what? My charm?" "With the van you forgot was stolen." "It runs on hopes." "And diesel. Mostly diesel." "How many presents?" "Forty-seven. I counted the registry." "You spied on toddlers?" "It was a public Pinterest board, Bill." "Still creepy." "We're stealing Lego. Morality is flexible." "What if there's a dog?" "Golden retriever. Named Sprinkles." "You know his name?" "Intel is everything." "I'll bribe Sprinkles with bacon." "Bacon is in the budget." Bill raised an eyebrow. "There's a budget?" "Twenty dollars and my dignity." "Your dignity is overdrawn." "The exit is through the bounce house." "I'm not bouncing." "Then crawl. Like a dignified criminal." "What do we tell the kids?" "That Santa had a liquidity crisis." "And the parents?" "That capitalism won." Bill sighed. "You're terrifying." Molly folded the map. "Meet me at the van. Wear black. Or plaid. I don't care." "Can I wear the clown nose?" "Only if you want to be the decoy." "Decoy gets first pick of loot?" "Decoy gets the socks." "These are designer socks?" "They're Spider-Man. Don't push me."