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The community center on Elm smelled of bleach and warm pizza, and through the smeared window Molly watched seven-year-olds demolishing a bounce house while Bill loaded lockpicks into a diaper bag. "This is our lowest point, right? Tell me this is our lowest point." Molly didn't look away from the window. She was tracking the pile of presents stacked by the magician's table, each wrapped in glitter that caught the fluorescent light. "Are you kidding? Those kids have better security than a bank. And look, there's a clown watching the door." The clown was enormous, with sleepy eyes and a name tag that said Kevin. He was eating cake directly off the table with his hands. "Kevin is part-time at the precinct, Molly. I saw him last week. He tased a mime." Bill zipped the diaper bag shut and slung it over his shoulder. Outside, someone started the wobbly birthday song and the children screamed louder. "Okay, plan. I go in as your kid. You go in as my embarrassed dad. We grab the loot." Molly finally turned from the window. She stared at Bill's beard and his faded concert shirt and tried to imagine him passing for a father. "You are thirty-eight and you own one nice shirt. It says nachos forever." Bill puffed his chest out. He attempted to look responsible, which mostly meant he stopped slouching and looked mildly constipated. "I can be fatherly. Watch. Hey sport, did you do your taxes? Need a juice box?" A child slammed into the glass door from inside, nose flattened, staring straight at them. Molly waved awkwardly and the child waved back with frosting-covered hands. "We need a distraction. You burst in and yell fire, I grab the presents and run." Bill blinked. For a supposed criminal mastermind, his partner's grasp of arson at children's events was alarmingly casual. "No fires, you pyromaniac. You go entertain them while I steal a wagon for the haul." He sighed and pulled a rubber chicken from the diaper bag, a leftover prop from their failed poultry heist last summer. "Fine. But if that clown hits me with a balloon animal, I am legally allowed to cry." Molly grinned, unzipped the bag wider, and revealed glitter, duct tape, and a spare birthday hat that read Boss Baby. "Put that on. We walk in like we belong. Nobody questions a man in a baby hat." Together they pushed the door open as screaming children engulfed them instantly. "Remember, act natural, Bill! Natural like you love cake and high-pitched screaming!" "I hate screaming. And I hate glitter. It's already in my shoes. This was your dumbest idea ever, Molly!" "Just smile and steal everything that isn't nailed down, especially the one shaped like a bike!" "If we get caught by Kevin, I'm telling him you planned all of this alone!" "Good, then I'll tell him you ate all his backup donuts last Tuesday!" "Truce? Yeah, truce, now grab the dinosaur wrapping paper!" "Go go go!" "Now!"