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Molly spread the blueprint across the sticky diner table and said, “Operation Birthday Burgle is a go.” Bill squinted at the crayon drawing. “That’s a bouncy castle with legs.” “It’s a schematic.” “It has a dinosaur in the kitchen.” “That’s security.” “Molly, why are we robbing a children’s party?” “Because little Fiona Puddlewick’s parents rented out the Diamond Ballroom for her sixth birthday, and every guest is bringing a present wrapped like a tiny bank vault.” “So we’re stealing from a kid who still believes ducks have jobs.” “We’re redistributing joy.” “Into our van.” “Exactly.” Bill stirred his coffee with a french fry. “What’s my role?” “You are Mr. Giggles, beloved children’s entertainer.” “I get hives from face paint.” “Then be Mr. Giggles’ grumpy cousin, Mr. Rash.” “I don’t know balloon animals.” “You know a balloon snake.” “It’s just an uninflated balloon.” “Kids respect honesty.” Molly tapped the map. “We enter through the gift chute.” “Ballrooms don’t have gift chutes.” “Then we make one.” “With what?” “Confidence and a bedsheet.” Bill nodded solemnly. “I brought thirty-eight bedsheets.” “Why?” “You said dress like a ghost of capitalism.” “I said be quiet in the car.” “I was both.” Molly sighed. “Fine. New plan. We pose as magicians.” “Your last magic trick made a priest cry.” “He was emotionally available.” “You sawed a pizza in half and lost the toppings.” “That was sabotage by oregano.” Bill leaned closer. “What if there’s a clown already there?” “We out-clown him.” “I can’t juggle.” “Juggle complaints.” “I’m excellent at that.” “See? Talent.” Molly checked her watch. “At three o’clock, they sing happy birthday. Everyone closes their eyes to make a wish.” “Do they?” “In movies.” “We live in a laundromat, Molly.” “Then we create darkness.” “How?” “Bill releases the emergency bats.” Bill opened his backpack. “I bought rubber bats.” “Why rubber?” “Real bats unionized.” “Good for them.” “They demanded tiny helmets.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “We grab the presents, leave the cake, and vanish before the piñata achieves sentience.” “Leave the cake? Are we monsters?” “We have standards.” “What if a child witnesses us?” “Tell them we’re the Gift Police.” “Is that real?” “It will be when I print badges.” Bill held up a badge. “Already did.” “It says ‘Sergeant Surprise.’” “Promotion was quick.” Molly smiled despite herself. “Fine. Sergeant Surprise and Mr. Rash infiltrate at noon.” “What’s the code word?” “Sprinkles.” “What if someone actually says sprinkles?” “Then chaos begins naturally.” Bill frowned at the invitation. “Molly.” “What?” “This party is for Fiona Puddlewick.” “Yes.” “Your niece.” Molly stared at the dinosaur schematic. Bill whispered, “Are we still leaving the cake?” Molly folded the map very slowly. “New plan. We rob the magician.” “Which one?” “Any of them. They know what they did.”