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Molly spread the crayon blueprint across the bakery table, smoothing creases with a gloved hand. The target was a backyard party: paper cups, a bouncy castle, and a mountain of gifts guarded only by toddlers and one exhausted clown. Bill polished his rubber chicken disguise, checking pockets for balloon animals, sleeping powder, and emergency cake slices. He believed children were terrifying, mostly because they remembered everything and feared nothing. Molly tapped the drawing. She had timed the piñata. During blindfolding chaos, they would enter through the hedge, sack the presents, and vanish before the magician revealed his missing dove. Bill raised two fingers, rehearsing signals. One for crying child, two for juice spill, three for grandmother. He had prepared a duffel bag lined with birthday wrap to muffle squeaky toys. Molly had baked decoy cupcakes, each filled with glitter harmless but impossible to ignore. Their van waited behind the petting zoo, because nobody inspected a goat. The plan smelled like frosting and ambition. They exchanged solemn nods, then ate their disguises quickly. Molly whispered, "Bill, tiny chairs scare me." Bill replied, "Molly, grab every shiny present." Molly asked, "What about that sad clown?" Bill promised, "We vanish during piñata chaos."