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Molly spread the hand-drawn blueprint across the hood of their getaway van, which was currently double-parked outside Chuckleland Party Palace. Bill squinted at the elaborate crayon markings labeling laser tag, ball pit, and mountain of presents. "We can't steal from kids, Bill," Molly whispered. "I know, but that giant LEGO castle is calling my name," Bill sighed. "Free juice boxes," he added. Their plan was absurdly complex for a suburban birthday heist, involving clown disguises, a distraction involving seventeen screaming second-graders hopped up on frosting, and a swift exit via the industrial kitchen. Molly tapped the emergency exit next to the cake table. The presents were stacked beside a sleeping magician who smelled faintly of rabbit. Bill had already purchased a too-small birthday hat and practiced looking innocent, which was difficult with his large tattoo reading PROPERTY OF MOM. She explained they would enter during musical chairs, grab the loot in a laundry sack labeled presents, and flee before the piñata burst. It was immoral, ridiculous, and likely to end with glitter permanently embedded in their shoes, but for that castle, they were willing. They shook hands, donned squeaky noses, and marched toward destiny, frosting, and felony together at last.