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Molly flattened a napkin diagram on the table. “Tonight’s mark: the Pemberton birthday party.” Bill adjusted a feathered hat. “Why are we stealing presents?” “Because children are terrible at security.” Molly pointed to the diagram. “They have parents.” “Parents are easily confused by laminated badges.” Bill lifted a plastic scanner. “And glitter.” “Exactly. Glitter is chaos in a cute outfit. Our target is the table under the balloon arch.” Molly handed him silly gloves. Bill dropped one glove. “How many presents?” “Sixty, wrapped, fragile, and emotionally explosive.” Molly taped a fake badge to his chest. “Do we take them all?” “We take every ribboned box.” Bill tried to look official. “What do we leave behind?” “Decoys full of socks, coupons, and disappointment.” A child’s laugh echoed from the doorway. “That’s evil.” “That’s brand management.” Molly leaned closer. “I like it.” “The bouncy castle is our exit route.” Bill pulled a rubber chicken from his pocket. “Do we bounce?” Molly ignored it. “We bounce only when the parents start looking.” Bill practiced dropping a tray. “Can I pretend to be a clown?” “No. You are my charming gift inspector.” The cart squeaked as Molly tested its wheels. “I can inspect aggressively.” Bill held the decoy box open. “First, you drop a tray near the cake.” Molly checked a timer shaped like a lollipop. “Then chaos blooms like fondant flowers.” Bill nodded, then frowned. “And while everyone panics, we wheel out the cart.” Molly tucked foil around a remote. “That’s surprisingly simple.” “Simple is expensive. We are broke.” The fake gifts glittered like cheap treasure. “I didn’t think about being broke.” Bill grabbed the cart. “Focus, Bill. The birthday child is Theodore.” Molly opened the door. “Theodore sounds innocent.” Her coat pockets bulged with wrapping paper, ribbon, and guilt. “Theodore is three. He cannot tell a lawyer from a lamp.” Bill straightened the feather in his hat. “That is a terrible thing to know.” Molly checked the frosting diagram again. “Use it at parties.” They moved together like professional idiots. Molly nodded once. “What if Theodore sees the cart?” “Then you say it is a surprise inspection.” “A surprise inspection of birthday presents?” “Of course. Presents must meet legal standards.” “Whose legal standards?” “Ours, obviously.” “You are frighteningly organized.” “Stealing candy from children requires a spreadsheet.” “Do you have a spreadsheet?” “I have a napkin with frosting.” “That is not a spreadsheet.” “It is a spreadsheet with emotional flavor.” “Fine. What is my disguise?” “You wear the tuxedo and the mustard.” “That is not a disguise.” “It is a story.” “What story?” “The elegant waiter who has seen too much dessert.” “I like dessert too much.” “Good. You also have the rubber chicken.” “Is it a distraction?” “It is my emotional support comedy.” “What happens if security comes?” “We smile, wave, and blame the cake.” “I can blame a cake.” “I know.” “Are we ready?” “No. But ready is for rich people.” “Then I’m stealing presents like a poor professional.” “Perfect.” “Go.”