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The community center on Maple Street buzzed with bright balloons and screaming kids while Molly and Bill watched from the dented van across the road. "Look at that haul," Molly whispered, pressing her face to the windshield. "That pirate cake table is stacked with presents." "Those are for six year olds," Bill muttered, adjusting his fake mustache. "We are professional thieves, not birthday monsters." "Exactly," Molly said. "Six year olds cannot chase us. They get tired after juice boxes and fall asleep during cartoons." "That is cold," Bill said. "Even for you. Last week you cried at a dog food commercial." The van smelled like old fries and Bill shifted the laundry bag full of tools onto his lap. "Okay, listen," Molly said. "The party starts at three. Parents drop gifts on the side table and go gossip by the punch." "So we walk in dressed as clowns?" Bill asked. "I hate clowns. They know things." "No clowns," Molly said. "We go as tired parents. Nobody questions tired parents. We bring a stroller and empty diaper bag." Bill stared at the glittery banner that read Happy Birthday Leo and sighed deeply. "Leo is turning seven," Bill said. "What if Leo cries? I cannot handle crying. I will confess everything." "Nobody will cry," Molly said. "We wait for the magician. When he pulls the rabbit, we pull the presents." "That is actually smart," Bill said. "Distraction plus chaos. But how do we carry twenty screaming toys without squeaking?" "Diaper bag," Molly said. "Plus stroller bottom. Plus my giant purse. Babies need lots of gear. Nobody checks." "What about the bouncy castle guard?" Bill asked. "That teenager looks serious. He has a whistle." "We bribe him," Molly said. "Kids love bribes. We offer extra cake and unlimited castle time." "And the moms?" Bill asked. "Moms see everything. My mom still knows about the hamster incident." "Compliment them," Molly said. "Tell every mom she looks rested. Rested moms get confused and happy." Across the street a clown twisted balloon swords while parents unloaded shiny wrapped boxes onto a long table. "Oh wow," Bill said. "That blue one is huge. Probably a scooter. Do kids even appreciate scooters?" "Focus," Molly said. "We grab, we bag, we stroll out calmly. No running, no masks, no villain laugh." "No villain laugh?" Bill asked. "You always take the fun parts away. What about code names?" "Fine," Molly said. "You are Sleepy Dad. I am Coffee Mom. The baby is our lookout." "We do not have a baby," Bill said. "Do we steal a baby too? That feels like extra paperwork." "No," Molly said. "We borrow a doll. Put sunglasses on it. Nobody looks closely at sleeping babies." Bill grinned and started the van as music drifted over and kids screamed for cake. "Let's steal some birthday joy," Molly said. "For charity. Our charity." Bill laughed loudly. "Deal," Bill said happily. "But if anyone sings I am joining in before we run away fast with the presents today."