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Molly flipped through the party planning binder, her coffee growing cold. "Bill, we're stealing birthday presents from eight-year-olds." "Technically, we're liberating them from capitalist consumption," Bill said, adjusting his tiny spy camera. "Also, the client pays triple for designer kids' stuff." "That's still stealing from children, Bill." "The children won't even notice. They're too busy being sugar-high." Molly's eye twitched. "We're breaking into a Chuck E. Cheese's birthday party." "See? Perfect cover. Who suspects criminals at a place that literally has mouse ears?" "Those are rat ears, and that's not—" "Molly, focus. The real question is: how do we explain the security cameras?" "Security cameras at a children's restaurant?" "They have a rat problem. Very serious infestation." "That's a mouse problem, and they're not that—" "Molly!" Bill grabbed her shoulders. "We are NOT hurting anyone. We're just borrowing some presents, maybe a few arcade tokens, and definitely not the pizza." "Definitely not the pizza?" "Especially not the pizza." Molly sighed, pulling out her phone. "I'm calling the client. This job is insane." "You're calling the client?" "Yes, I'm calling—" "Can I come too?" "No."