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Molly pulled up her eye patch. "Bill, we're hitting the Smith kids' party. The present table is legendary—untouched toys, glitter, and a robot that makes noises." Bill stared at the napkin map. "A children's party? High risk, low reward, and possibly a clown with a squeaky nose." "Clowns are distraction," Molly said. "We slip through the patio door, grab everything under the tree, and vanish before the piñata swings." "Piñata? You mean the thing that hits back?" "Exactly. Fake choking near the juice box. You grab loot." Bill checked his gloves. "These are cat-face oven mitts." "Intimidating. Plus top hats. We look like magicians." "Magicians make rabbits appear, Molly. They don't steal gifts." "We make presents disappear. The big blue box that hums." "That's a generator." "We cut the ribbon. Red? Pink? I can't tell." Bill sighed. "What if there's a bouncer?" "A dad with a barbecue apron. Armed with hot dogs." "Fine. You handle father. I'll handle mother." "I can't handle anyone, Molly. I have a paper cut from a memo." "Use tape in the diaper bag." "We're carrying diapers?" "Exactly. No one searches diaper bags. Full of diapers and one crowbar." Bill nodded. "If caught, I'm blaming you." "Only if you get caught. I'm leaving with robot." "Which robot?" "The one that says 'Please do not touch.' Best gift." Bill paused. "That robot has no ribbon." "It has warranty. That's enough." "Molly, the magician just arrived." "Perfect. Go get your cat mitts on."