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Molly traced her finger along the blueprint, the paper trembling slightly from years of handling. "So let me get this straight, we're breaking into a five-year-old's birthday party to steal presents?" Bill adjusted his reading glasses and squinted at the detailed floor plan spread across the coffee table. "Technically, it's not breaking and entering if we're invited." "Oh, that's reassuring. What could possibly go wrong with stealing from children?" "The plan is simple. I get distracted with the piñata while you swipe the gifts." Molly stared at him for a long moment. "You want to get distracted by a piñata?" "What? It's brilliant misdirection. Kids love those things." "Bill, we're professional criminals, not carnival workers." "Hey, I resemble that remark. Now, about the getaway vehicle—" "The ice cream truck? Really?" "It's perfect! Who suspects the ice cream man of being involved in a heist?" Molly pressed her forehead against her palm. "Let me guess, you're also planning to wear those tiny clown shoes again?" "They're not tiny, they're... compact. And they make excellent getaway footwear." "The children will literally be everywhere. Dozens of them." "Exactly! Chaos is our friend." "Bill, last time we used chaos as our friend, we ended up in a ball pit for three hours." "That was educational." "That was because you thought the ball pit was the vault." "This time will be different. I've studied child psychology." "Oh good, because nothing says 'master criminal' like studying how to manipulate kindergarteners." "Look, I'm taking karate classes next week. I'll handle the kids." "Karate classes haven't even started yet." "Preparation is key." "The key to what, getting kicked out of Chuck E. Cheese again?" "That was one time, and the security guard was being unreasonable." Molly pulled out a detailed timeline. "According to my calculations, we have exactly seventeen minutes before the party starts. We need to be in and out before the parents arrive." "The parents are the real security system." "They're also the ones who call the police." "Ah, but think of the confusion. Two adults trying to steal presents at a children's party—nobody will take us seriously." "That's because we're not serious criminals." "We're very serious criminals." "You tried to rob a bank once and got distracted by the free lollipops." "Those were premium lollipops!" Bill nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, new plan. Instead of stealing presents, we pose as party entertainers." Molly slowly turned to face him. "Bill, that's actually..." "Genius?" "Terrible." "No, wait. Think about it. We blend right in. Parents expect strange behavior from entertainers." "The last time you 'blended in,' you got stuck in a toddler's costume for six hours." "That was method acting." Molly buried her face in her hands. "I need a new partner." "Don't say that, say you'll never leave me." "I'll never leave you." "See? Teamwork makes the dream work."