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Molly adjusted her black ski mask and studied the party venue through binoculars. Bill bounced on his toes, clutching a duffel bag full of gift-wrapping supplies. "Think we'll get caught?" Bill whispered, though they were alone in the van. "Relax, partner. I've scoped this joint for weeks," Molly replied, marking the cake table with a red X on her blueprint. "Kids' parties are chaos—perfect cover." Bill nodded enthusiastically, nearly knocking over a traffic cone. "Should I bring my grappling hook?" "No climbing needed. I've got a plan smoother than your mom's meatloaf." Molly's phone buzzed. She read the text and groaned. "Change of plans. The birthday girl wants a pony. That complicates things." "What kind of complication?" "Ponies smell terrible and kids scream when they're hungry. We move at 3 PM during the sugar rush." Bill saluted with a candy cane he'd apparently been saving. "Sir, yes sir!" Molly rolled her eyes but smiled. Despite his enthusiasm, Bill had successfully robbed seventeen birthday parties without getting caught. Today would make eighteen. "Remember," she said, loading her taser, "steal the expensive stuff. Leave the hand-me-downs."