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Molly adjusted her black ski mask and stared at the invitation. "So let me get this straight. We're robbing a five-year-old's birthday party." "Not robbing," Bill corrected, flipping through his tablet. "Acquiring. We're acquiring presents. There's a difference." "What's the difference? We're still stealing from kids." "Molly, focus. The objective is clear: remove all gift-wrapped items from the premises before the piñata breaks." "The piñata's a security system?" "Everything's a security system if you think about it enough." Bill tapped his screen. "According to the parent surveillance footage, the birthday girl gets overwhelmed around 2:45 PM. That's our window." "You've been stalking a child's party." "Research. I've been researching." Molly pulled out a detailed blueprint. "I've mapped the gift table placement. It's near the snack table, which means we have to deal with the punch bowl." "The red punch bowl of doom." "Exactly. And there's a bounce house positioned strategically between the exit and our target area." "Great. So we're breaking into Fort Knox, but with more glitter." "Speaking of exits, I've planned three escape routes." Bill pointed at his diagram. "Route one: through the kitchen, where we pose as caterers. Route two: disguised as party entertainers. Route three: we actually become party entertainers." "That last one is just the second one with extra steps." "Details, Molly. Details." "What about the kids themselves? Won't they scream?" "We've accounted for that." Molly pulled out tiny party hats. "We're wearing these. Children trust people in party hats." "That's not how child psychology works." "Neither is stealing from birthday parties, but here we are." Bill consulted his tablet again. "There's also a magician performing. We may need to neutralize him." "You want to fight a magician at a kid's party?" "Competitive intelligence. What if he's better at magic than us?" "How hard is it to pull a rabbit out of a hat? I did that at my nephew's graduation." "That was a different nephew." "Point taken." Molly rolled up her sleeves. "So what's the plan? We sneak in, grab the presents, and get out before anyone notices?" "Not quite. We need to replace the gifts with identical-looking boxes filled with... well, this is where it gets tricky." "Filled with what?" "Rocks. Children don't notice the difference for at least a week." "You want to give kids rocks for Christmas?" "Think of it as performance art. We're teaching them about impermanence and the transient nature of material possessions." "That's either brilliant or deeply disturbing." "Why not both?" Molly looked at her blueprint one more time. "You know what? I'm starting to think maybe we should just rob a bank instead." "Where's your sense of adventure?" "My sense of adventure doesn't involve explaining to my parole officer why I stole presents from a kid who likes dinosaurs." Bill paused. "Wait, how do you know what he likes?" "I've been doing reconnaissance too, okay? Don't act so surprised."