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Molly paced behind Bill, who squinted at a crumpled invitation. "So, the target's a third birthday. We’re talking *plenty* of presents, but also a sea of tiny, screaming humans." "Focus, Molly. We hit the cake table first—distract the parents with a ‘fire drill’," Bill said, scribbling notes. "Brilliant. What about the kids themselves? They’re basically armed with cookie crumbs and tantrum grenades." "Two distraction units. We’ll bribe them with…" Bill paused. "Candy? Presents? *Their own presents?*" "Touché. But what about the ‘Superhero Training Academy’ decorations? Are we dodging laser tripwires or just plastic capes?" "Plastic capes. Mostly. The real hazard is Aunt Mildred. She’ll spot us in a heartbeat." "Then we move fast. Like, ‘accidentally’ crash the pinata. Chaos is our getaway car." Bill grinned. "And the loot? We’ll stuff it in the ‘fort’ we built earlier. Abandoned storage unit?" "Perfect. Just hope the kid in the dinosaur costume doesn’t see us." "Wouldn’t worry about him. He’s too busy trying to lick the cake." They clinked water bottles like champagne flutes. "To the heist of the century, Bill." "Only if you promise not to cry when we steal the piñata." Molly fake-sobbed. "I’ll miss it *so much.*"