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Molly leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed. Bill fidgeted with a crumpled map. “Alright, so the party’s at the Henderson place. Six o’clock, right?” “Yeah, birthday boy’s six. Should be a ton of presents. Cereal boxes, board games—” “We’re stealing them, not inventorying.” She rolled her eyes. “I know, I know. But how do we get in? The backdoor’s got motion sensors.” “Then we go through the kitchen window. It’s old. I saw it last week when I was… uh… casing the joint.” “Casing. Right. And the parents? They’ll hear us.” “Distraction. Piñata. Kids go wild. While they’re swinging, we’re in and out.” “What if the clown shows up? He’s got a squeaky horn.” “Clown or not, we’re not getting caught. Just wait till the cake’s cut. Everyone’s too busy with candles to notice.” Bill gulped. “And the loot? How do we split it?” “We don’t. We sell it. eBay, Facebook Marketplace—” “We’re not selling *toys*!” “Relax. We’ll keep the good stuff. The rest? Charity auction. For tax write-offs.” Molly smirked. “Smooth, Bill. Smooth.” They high-fived. “See you at the window. And Bill?” “Yeah?” “Don’t wear the clown nose. It’s tacky.”