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Molly checked her watch. "Party starts at three." "Perfect," Bill said. "We go in at three-oh-one." "You want to crash a five-year-old's birthday?" "I want to liberate twenty square feet of unopened goods." "That’s not a heist, that’s parenting in reverse." "Call it what you want. There’s a PlayStation in that pile." "How do you know?" "I followed the aunt on Instagram. Tagged the box." "You stalked a relative for intel?" "I prefer market research." "We're monsters." "We're entrepreneurs. Balloons are distraction. You pop them, I grab bags." "Pop balloons? I’m not a clown." "You’re chaos. I’m wearing the fake mustache." "That mustache is a crime scene." "So is leaving gifts under a piñata. Evening the score." "Bill, they're children." "Children with better toys than me. Moral line or weak grip?" "My grip is excellent. I can carry thirty presents." "Then let’s do this. Door unlocked, cake on table, parents distracted by an unlicensed magician." "That magician is our inside man?" "No, he's bad at cards. He's cover. North presents, south presents. No crying, no witnesses, no cake for Bill." "That’s my rule." "Your rule is mine. Van in four minutes." "Four minutes? There's a bouncy castle." "Exactly. Bounce out with goods." Molly grinned. "You're insane." "And you're in. Three-oh-one. Don't be late."