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Molly slid into the booth, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand and a crumpled map in the other. Bill looked up from his coffee, eyebrows raised. “You’re early,” he said. “Didn’t want to keep the birthday boy waiting,” Molly grinned. “Though I’m not sure he’ll mind. Ten-year-olds are mostly asleep by now.” Bill set down his cup. “So. Children’s party. Steal the presents. Why not the cake?” “Because cake’s messy, and the frosting’ll stick to our gloves. Presents are clean, easy to carry. Plus, the kid’s got a room full of toys. He won’t notice ten boxes missing until morning.” “And the parents?” “Distracted. We’ll use the gift table as a distraction—knock over the pinata, scream like maniacs, then slip in the back. I’ve got a friend in the neighborhood who can distract the dad with a ‘lost dog’.” Bill nodded slowly. “You’ve thought of everything.” “Of course I have. Now, about that getaway car…” “Already rented. Silver sedan, plate ends in ‘LOVE’. Don’t ask.” Molly smirked. “Bill, you’re a genius.” “Flattery’ll get you nowhere.” “Says the man who brought a ladder.” “Emergency measure.” They both chuckled, the kind of laugh that said they were either brilliant or insane. Probably both.