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Molly studied the birthday invitation like a treasure map, tapping her chin with a lockpick. Bill wore a clown nose for stealth. “The presents are in the corner,” Molly said. “We grab them and vanish.” “Should we take the cake?” Bill asked. “Only if it fits,” Molly whispered. Around the dining table lay diagrams drawn in crayon: a floor plan of the backyard, a list of suspects, and a sketch of a suspiciously shiny piñata. Their plan involved distraction by bubble machine, extraction via wagon, and a getaway scooter hidden behind a hydrangea. Molly had spent three nights rehearsing how to look harmless at the snack table. Bill had practiced carrying a mountain of boxes without letting ribbons trail into the wheels. They imagined the chaos of children mistaking them for entertainment, then the cold victory of escaping with every gift, from tiny toy cars to a terrifying animatronic dog. If they succeeded, their reputation among petty criminals would swell like an inflated balloon. If they failed, they would be remembered forever as the adults who stole Christmas in April. They kept the red wagon behind a hedge, where no child could find their escape tools. The piñata looked suspicious.