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Molly spread the blueprint across the getaway car's hood. It was a crayon drawing of a bounce house. Bill stared through binoculars at the backyard. "The target's turning six," Molly whispered. "Security is a clown making balloon animals." "That's low," Bill said. "Even for us. Stealing from kids?" "We're stealing the presents, not the cake," Molly said. "Focus. The pile is by the piñata. Mostly Lego sets and gift cards." Bill lowered the binoculars. "What's our cover?" "You'll wear the mascot costume." "I'm not wearing the fluffy dinosaur suit again," Bill said. "Last time I sweated through my socks." "You have to. Kids love dinosaurs. You'll distract them while I grab the loot." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if anyone makes me do the chicken dance, I'm quitting crime forever." The wind flipped the blueprint, revealing a juice box stain marking the escape route. Parents arrived carrying wrapping paper that glittered cruelly in the afternoon sun. Bill tugged at the suit's tail, already regretting his life choices. Molly folded the map with criminal precision. A child screamed inside, either from joy or too much frosting. The heist was officially on now. "Let's steal birthday joy." "I definitely need expensive therapy now."