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Molly leaned against the dumpster. "Bill, are you telling me the vault is a piñata?" Bill checked his watch. "Not a vault. A bounce house. The presents are inside." "Makes no sense. Kids have worse security than a bank." "Exactly! Parents think the inflatable castle is protection. It's not." Molly pulled out a blueprint that looked like a crayon drawing. "So we go through the snack table?" "Through the snack table, past the clown, and into the gift pile. Then we go." "Then we go? What's the getaway plan?" Bill pointed to a unicycle. "I borrowed this from a circus. We blend in." "You look like a clown who lost a fight with a lawn mower." "Clowns are scary now, so it's perfect camouflage." Molly sighed. "How many presents?" "Thirty-seven. Maybe forty if the parents brought extras." "Forty presents? That's a lot of teddy bears." "We sell them to the dark web of kindergarten." Molly stared. "There's no dark web of kindergarten." "There is now. I invented it." They crept along the hedge. A balloon floated by. Bill whispered, "That's my signal." "That's a red balloon with a smiley face." "It's a coded message from my brother. He works the snack bar." "Your brother works the snack bar?" "He brings the juice. We need juice as a diversion." Molly pulled a crowbar shaped like a pretzel from her bag. "Why a pretzel?" "It was all that was open when I went to steal tools." Bill nudged open the gate. "Remember, if anyone asks, we're professional balloon artists." "You can't blow up a balloon." "I can if it's my last hope." They entered the yard. The party was loud. A cheerful woman in a tutu was singing. Bill froze. "I think she just made eye contact," Molly said. "She can't see us. We're shadows." "Bill, we're wearing neon yellow vests." "I asked for camouflage. They gave me high visibility." Molly grabbed Bill's arm. "There's the gift table. Look at the treasure." Bill peered over a hedge. "It's beautiful. There's a robot, some dolls, and what looks like a toaster." "Why do they give toasters to four-year-olds?" "Maybe it's a toy toaster." "Maybe it's a threat." Bill pulled out an extension cord. "I'll secure the presents." "With an extension cord?" "I'm improvising." A child ran past holding a cupcake. Bill saluted. "Greetings, small citizen. We come in peace and to steal your robot." The child stared, then screamed. Bill turned to Molly. "Well, that's one way to initiate the alarm system." Molly grabbed the robot. "Run!" They sprinted. Bill fell off the unicycle. Molly dragged the gift bag. The clown caught them. "Freeze, criminals!" the clown said, though his makeup was smeared. Molly glanced at Bill. "You brought a glitter gun?" "It was in the bag," Bill said, pulling it out. "Sorry, pal. We came for presents, not clown poetry." The clown started to cry. Molly felt bad. "Wait, do you want the robot?" "It's my daughter's party," the clown sobbed. Bill handed over the robot. "Here. Take the presents. We only wanted one." The clown stopped crying and gave them a juice box. "Thanks. And take this balloon." Bill and Molly walked out with juice and dignity slightly bruised. Molly said, "Next time, we pick a different party." "Like one with better security?" "No. Like one without clowns who are just dads in makeup." Bill nodded. "Agreed. Next time, we steal from a library." "How is a library a heist?" "Books are heavy. We steal the shelves themselves." They disappeared into the night, leaving the party intact and one robot saved.