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Molly flattened the party invitation against the van’s dashboard. “We hit at three, right when the clown starts the balloon animals. That’s when the parents are distracted.” Bill squinted at the backyard layout. “And the presents go under the big oak tree. You said there’s a Labrador.” “Jellybean. He’ll bark at the bounce house, not us. We go over the fence, through the hedges, and we’re at the gift table in forty seconds.” “Forty seconds,” Bill repeated. “What about the birthday girl?” “She’ll be crying. The clown’s never funny. Trust me.” Bill chewed his lip. “Stealing from a five-year-old feels like a new low, Moll.” “Her dad’s a plastic surgeon. These are the good presents. Think of it as adult adoption.” “Adoption,” Bill muttered. “Right.” Molly nudged him. “You’re the one who wanted a real heist. This is the realest heist of your life. No vaults, no lasers, just a bounce house and a weeping clown.” Bill sighed, then grinned. “I’ll bring the duffel bag.” “And the decoy confetti cannons?” “Of course.” Molly folded the invitation. “Then we’re set. Let’s go make some kid’s memories slightly less grand.” “That’s the spirit,” Bill said. “Let’s rob a toddler.”