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Molly spread the crayon blueprint across the van hood while Bill wore a balloon hat he had taken from a crime. “The target is a backyard,” Molly said. “One clown, twenty children, and Denise.” Bill nodded. “So we enter as entertainment.” “No. We enter as tired adults carrying a piñata.” “Better. What’s in the piñata?” “Empty space and moral flexibility.” The house wore streamers like birthday spaghetti. Somewhere inside, a puppet screamed about sharing. Molly adjusted her sunglasses despite the rain. “Denise has eyes everywhere,” Molly said. “She saw Timmy take two cupcakes.” Bill studied the yard through binoculars that were actually two yogurt cups stapled together. “I count four presents under the table and one suspicious bicycle.” “We take the bicycle too.” “It’s not a present.” “Everything is a present if you have confidence.” A child shrieked. Bill flinched and dropped his yogurt binoculars. “They know,” he whispered. “They always know. Children smell guilt and fruit snacks.” Molly opened the van and pulled out a ladder, a sock puppet, and a coupon for half-price magic shows. “The puppet is a distraction,” she said. “The coupon is for Denise.” “Will she accept it?” “No. While she judges the font, we grab gifts.” Bill put the puppet on his hand. “His name is Sergeant Snatch.” “I hate that you named it.” “Sergeant Snatch loves birthday justice.” They crept along the fence. Inside the yard, children played musical chairs with the ferocity of tiny lawyers. A boy in a superhero cape stared directly at Molly, then licked his thumb. “He’s onto us,” Bill said. “Children respect theft if it looks official.” Molly lifted the coupon over the fence. Denise appeared instantly, holding a spatula like a warrant, and demanded an explanation. Molly whispered to Bill that this was a magical inspection. Bill vaulted the fence, landed in a paddling pool, and came up wearing a sock on his ear. The children screamed with delight, assuming he was the entertainment. Sergeant Snatch was immediately promoted to birthday legend. Molly tossed presents over the fence while Denise argued about whether a coupon could expire on a Tuesday. Bill stuffed a wrapped box into his shirt, then another, then the bicycle bell. The caped child handed him a present solemnly, as if knighting him for justice. Bill accepted it with equal solemnity. They fled through the gate as the piñata burst open, raining candy and confusion. Molly counted the loot in the alley: nine gifts, one bicycle wheel, a juice box, and Sergeant Snatch, missing an eye. Bill looked back at the party. “We’re monsters. This ridiculous plan was absolutely worth it, Molly.” Molly tucked the juice box into her pocket. “We’re professionals. And you’re sitting in glitter.” Outside, a dog wearing a party hat urinated on a gift, establishing the sort of chaotic assistance Molly always appreciated. Bill nodded as if the dog were a reliable getaway driver. He trusted animals. Unfortunately. The van drove away, followed briefly by twenty children who wanted autographs.