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The rain slicked the alley like spilled regret. Molly leaned against the dumpster in a black turtleneck she called tactical. Bill clutched a sack stamped with a cartoon unicorn and the words Happiness Inside. "We're not doing this," Bill said. "We are," Molly said. "The security is a balloon arch," Molly said. "Balloons are the weakest link in child defense," Bill said. "It's a fortress of latex." "I've seen tighter security at a daycare smoothie bar." "Last time you wore that outfit, the dog caught you by the ankle." "The dog has no union representation." "We wait until the clown does his balloon-animal routine," Molly said, "then slip through the kitchen." "Through the kitchen?" Bill said. "They have a disco ball in there. Disco balls are morality tests." "They have a piñata shaped like a dinosaur, and you're worried about disco balls?" "I'm worried the dinosaur is misdirection. While we stare at the T-Rex, the presents vanish into Derek's hands. He has grip strength of a grown man." "There's no Derek. The invitation says thirty-two children, one magician, and Carla. She brings gluten-free cupcakes that are just sadness with frosting." "Carla's cupcakes are a nightmare, but I must focus. The yard glows with inflatable castles and a child who just discovered cake is a lie." "We go in at seven." "Seven is toddler o'clock. Peak alertness. We need post-cake, when sugar crashes." "Post-cake is when they guard the loot bags at eight." "Then we move at seven-fifty-nine. You take left, I take right. We split the birthday girl." "She's six. She runs a lemonade stand inside. Not a defense mechanism, just a distraction." "Everything is a distraction if you have the right attitude." She unzipped her sack. Three grappling hooks, scissors labeled Not For Cake, and a ferret named Biscuit. "Why is Biscuit here?" Molly asked. "Inside man," Bill said. "He squeezes through the fence and retrieves the key." "Biscuit is a ferret. He can barely retrieve a tennis ball." "Biscuit has been in training." "By whom?" "By me. Laser pointer and a lot of encouragement." The ferret squeaked. "We don't need a key," Molly said. "We knock, pretend to be entertainment, and while they argue about background checks, you slip into the back." "You want to knock?" "People love knocking at parties. It gets us inside. Then we become invisible because they assume we're relatives of the clown." "Relatives of the clown are terrifying." "The clown is already terrifying. He has a knife for balloons." They peeked around the corner. The party raged with the fury of small dictators demanding cake. "We knock," Molly said. Bill knocked, polite and almost apologetic. A woman cracked the door. She wore an apron and the eyes of someone who had lost a fight with a juice box. "Can I help you?" "We're the entertainment," Molly said. "We're with the party company," Bill said. "Which company?" "The one that brings the fun." "We don't have entertainment booked." "Sure you do. The balloon dragon. We're the replacement." "The balloon dragon just left." "Then we're the replacement replacement." "We don't want the presents," Molly added. "We want to arrange them." "Why arrange presents?" "Because we're thieves," Molly admitted, "but polite thieves. We said please." The door widened. Behind her, the dining room glowed with stacked gifts under discarded wrapping paper. "If there's a bounce castle, I am not entering," Bill said. "There is a bounce castle shaped like a pirate ship," Molly said. "Same thing with more liability." They slipped past Carla and her sadness cupcakes. "Presents are in the dining room," Molly said. "We steal when the signals align," Bill said. "When the clown is distracted by the balloon dragon, and Carla is serving cupcakes." "She only has one batch." "Then we steal during the batch." They reached the treasure mountain. "We take everything," Molly said. "Hold on," Bill said. "The birthday girl is standing right there." Kelly was six, wearing a crown, holding a juice box, and staring with the cold precision of a career detective. "We're not opening them," Bill said quickly. "We're just borrowing." "If you steal the presents, I won't have anything to open," Kelly said. "That's sad. And if you're sad, you shouldn't be at a party." Bill looked at Molly. Molly looked at the unicorn sack. "We could leave," Bill said. "We could," Molly said, "but the sack is open. The ferret is loose. The party is too good to quit." "We negotiate with a child?" "She's the gatekeeper now." Kelly pointed. "You may take one. As a lesson. Take more and you share." They picked a medium box wrapped in glitter. "One present," Molly said. "One present," Bill agreed. As they walked out past Carla, past the disco ball, past the pirate ship bounce castle, the rain came down again, washing away evidence but leaving them with one victory, one lesson, and a ferret lost somewhere near a sewer. "Next time," Molly said, "we bring a bigger sack." "And a better explanation for Biscuit," Bill said. Outside, a child cheered because the party was still going, and for thieves who planned well but executed poorly, it was enough.