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Molly’s hideout was a storage shed behind a petting zoo, and it smelled like wet llama and poor decisions. A crayon map of Maple Street fluttered on a table nailed to four milk crates. It showed three things: the backyard of a birthday party, the route to the driveway, and a red circle around a pile of presents. Bill arrived wearing a raincoat indoors. He carried a net, a cookie sheet, and a moral compass that he kept forgetting to calibrate. The two of them had stolen museum coins, carnival tickets, and one suspiciously valuable llama, but they had never tackled a children’s party. Molly believed the job was simple. Bill believed anything with a clown, a piñata, or a mother carrying a clipboard was a crime against planning. Somewhere down Maple Street, a toddler was practicing a princess scream. The presents waited in a gift bag shaped like a unicorn. It was going to be either a masterpiece or a disaster, and Molly had always been poor at distinguishing the two. They packed and waited calmly. Molly pointed at the cake. “We need disguises.” Bill tilted a cupcake hat. “Cupcakes?” Molly wiped frosting from her chin. “Small, sticky, impossible to trace.” Bill eyed the sugar bowl. “You hate sugar.” Molly tapped the map. “No. I hate effort.” Bill folded his arms. “Fine. What’s the plan?” Molly traced a balloon path. “Party at three. Parents drink. Kids scream. We steal gifts during the piñata.” Bill frowned hard. “The piñata?” Molly shrugged. “Chaos. Perfect.” Bill clutched a moral compass. “We have ethics.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Ethics are for people who can’t fit forty dolls in a wagon.” Bill counted imaginary dolls. “Forty?” Molly pulled a plastic tiara from a duffel. “Princess party. It’s dolls, shoes, and cursed jewelry.” Bill gasped. “We are not stealing happiness.” Molly shook a roll of paper. “No. Just wrapping paper.” Bill squinted. “That’s worse.” Molly checked her watch. “Faster.” Bill nodded. “No clown.” Molly pointed at a clown. “He’s security.” Bill looked offended. “He wears a rainbow suit.” Molly mimed a sword. “He has a balloon sword.” Bill pulled out a wallet. “Bribe him.” Molly stopped him. “With what?” Bill held up a toy. “A present.” Molly slapped the toy down. “No.” Bill produced a pizza flyer. “I’ll distract with pizza.” Molly pointed at a bouncy castle. “In the bounce castle.” Bill grinned. “Exactly.” Molly sighed. “That’s cruel.” Bill rubbed his hands. “Effective.” Molly tossed gear into a bag. “Remember gloves, hats, and a fake smile.” Bill practiced a smile. “I’m great at smiles.” Molly recoiled. “You’re terrifying at smiles.” Bill tapped the clown badge. “What if the clown calls the parents?” Molly mimed a sob. “Then we cry louder.” Bill looked shocked. “That’s cheating.” Molly straightened a hat. “It’s tradition.” Bill tugged a rusty wagon. “Do we bring the wagon?” Molly checked the brakes. “Yes. It’s faster.” Bill petted a stuffed cat. “What about the cat?” Molly pointed at a real cat. “The cat?”