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Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, pulling on her clown nose with the practiced ease of a woman who'd robbed three birthday parties before breakfast. Across the lawn, children screamed with joy—victims, she thought, who hadn't yet learned about compound interest. "Okay, Bill. The presents migrate to the gift table at two o'clock." Bill peered through binoculars disguised as novelty glasses. "Six years old and already hoarding wealth. Disgusting." "You're a thief commenting on a child's morals?" "I have standards. This is about craft." He unrolled his blueprint, which was secretly a Dora the Explorer poster. "Ball pit entrance, piñata chaos exit. Nobody suspects a piñata." "And your disguise?" Bill unveiled a cape. "Captain Gigglepants." "That's the most disturbing sentence you've ever said." "Children trust capes. It's science." Molly checked her fanny pack: glitter bombs, juice boxes, one smoke machine shaped like a duck. "Fine. But if anyone asks, I'm your aunt." "Aunts don't wear ski masks." "Sun protection." Bill grinned. "That's why we work, Molly. You're the only person I know who can hot-wire a pony." "Former pony. Named Gerald. I miss him." They high-fived, stole a cupcake, and waited. Somewhere, six candles flickered, unaware of the coming storm.