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Molly flipped through the party invitation with a smirk. "So we're really doing this, huh? Stealing from a bunch of six-year-olds?" Bill adjusted his ski mask and nodded enthusiastically. "Professional courtesy, Molly. These kids don't appreciate quality merchandise." "Their loss is our gain," Molly said, tossing the invitation onto the table. "What's the layout look like?" Bill pulled out a crumpled blueprint. "Blowout Party Palace. Kids' table in the center, adults hovering nearby like nervous vultures. Cake table's against the far wall—prime real estate for gift grab." "How many presents are we talking about here?" "According to the RSVP list, thirty-seven kids. Plus party favors. Could be fifty-plus packages." Molly whistled low. "That's a haul. What's our angle?" "Simple. You're the distraction, I'm the extraction specialist." Bill grinned. "Remember that clown routine we practiced?" "Oh, I remember. You honk that nose one more time and I'm cutting you loose." "Come on, Molly. When have I ever let you down?" "Last week with the birthday girl's piñata." "That was a setup! She was crying before I even touched the stick!" Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine. But if this goes sideways, I'm blaming everything on your terrible planning." "My planning is excellent! I've mapped out escape routes, backup getaway vehicles, and—" "The fire exit leads directly into the parking lot where the parents are waiting." "That's what makes it brilliant! We'll have hostages!" Molly stared at him. "You want to kidnap children?" "No! We'll take the parents hostage. Much more valuable." "Bill, that's insane." "Is it though? Think about it. Parents are desperate. They'll pay ransom for their kids' presents." "Or call the police." "Details, details. The point is we get in, grab the gifts, and get out before anyone realizes what happened." "And if the kids start crying?" "That's where you come in. Your maternal instincts will kick in, and you'll naturally comfort them while I make my escape." Molly narrowed her eyes. "You think I'm soft?" "No, I think you're brilliant. And slightly terrifying when provoked." "Good. Because I'm planning to be very terrified if you mess this up." "Fair enough. So, same time tomorrow night?" "Same time, same place. And Bill?" "Yeah?" "If this goes wrong, I'm stealing your getaway car." "Molly, I don't even know why I'm working with you." "Because you're crazy, and I'm the only one who puts up with you." "True. True. See you tomorrow, partner."