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“You sure about this, Bill?” Molly squinted at the rainbow banner strung across the backyard. “It’s a five-year-old’s party. The worst security is a piñata.” “That’s exactly why it’s brilliant,” Bill whispered, adjusting his fake mustache. “No one expects a heist from a clown.” “We’re not clowns. We’re wearing hoodies and tool belts. You look like a plumbing emergency.” “Plumbers attend parties. Kids love pipes.” Molly sighed. “Remind me the plan.” “I distract the parents with a balloon-animal giraffe. You slip into the gift tent, empty every box of Lego, switch the Barbies for rocks.” “Rocks? Where do I get rocks?” “I pre-loaded them in a diaper bag.” He tapped his bulge. “Fake poop on top. Zero inspection.” “Genius. And the cake?” “We’re stealing presents, not cake. That’s morbid.” “We’re stealing from a four-year-old!” “We’re liberating commercial excess. Philosophically.” “Philosophically, Bill, you just tripped over the bouncy castle.” “No—that’s part of the act. Looks like clumsiness.” He winced as a toddler grasp his ankle. “Go now. He’s crying. That’s my cue.” Molly took a breath. “Fine, but if I get face-painted, you’re handling the smash cake.” “Deal. But if you see a unicorn balloon, grab it. It’s probably worth ten Lego sets.” “You're insufferable.” She smiled. “Let’s take a birthday’s worth.”