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Molly crouched behind a giant inflatable dragon near the fence while Bill polished two black gloves with the calm seriousness of a surgeon preparing for very delicate birthday surgery today. Through the sliding glass door they could see wrapped boxes stacked near a table overflowing with cupcakes, juice boxes, plastic frogs, and one enormous robot blinking sadly inside right now. Parents laughed too loudly at bad jokes, children screamed over silly balloons, and the birthday host kept checking her phone, which made the situation seem almost criminally convenient for thieves. Molly tapped the plan against her palm and smiled like she had never once considered the terrible moral implications of robbing a seven year old birthday party that very afternoon. Bill glanced toward the bouncy castle, then the sprinklers, then the snack table, where one suspicious grandmother guarded the potato chips with the focus of a security system right now. Their escape route crossed a flower bed, circled a screaming toddler, and ended near a garden shed, which Bill felt should be named after a villain with great pride today. "Molly, grab the largest sack." "Bill, which has cookies?" "Use hands, Bill, no squeaky shoes." "Socks changed, Molly, and calm."