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Molly spread a party map across the van seat. Bill wore rubber gloves and a scowl. He pointed at a birthday house stuffed with presents. “We need forty presents.” “Forty? Are you planning a bank robbery?” “No. Party theft.” Molly waited. Bill gasped. “Steal presents from babies?” “From all children. Big ones. Tiny ones.” Molly smirked. Bill winced. “Will not one adult notice missing toys?” “Face paint. Sugar crash. Clowns.” Molly counted. Bill frowned hard. “Clowns are suspicious.” “They hide our faces.” Molly nodded eagerly. Bill scowled. “I refuse glitter in lockpicks.” “Then use gloves.” Molly winked. Bill held up gloves. “Gloves look guilty.” “Balloons look festive.” Molly tapped watch. Bill raised brows. “How gain entry?” “We come as distant cousins.” Molly produced a fake beard. Bill squinted. “You invented Auntie Wendy.” “She brings balloons.” Molly tipped hat. Bill sighed. “I bring cake.” “Do not eat evidence.” Molly grabbed bag. Bill eyed cake. “I only taste test.” “After presents, we flee.” Molly counted boxes. Bill opened door. “Via balloon arch?” “No. Use bicycle.” Molly checked balloons. Bill held handle. “That is illegal.” “It is birthday.” Molly whistled. Bill rolled eyes. Molly opened map. Bill pointed at exit. They stopped waiting.