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“So we walk in wearing clown suits?” Bill asked, adjusting his balaclava. “No, Bill. We walk in wearing party hats and idiotic grins. Blend in with the dads.” Molly checked her lockpicks. “And the presents?” “Under the big banner that says ‘Happy Birthday, Timmy.’ We swap the real ones with empty boxes I’ve prepared.” “Empty boxes? That’s genius. But what about the birthday cake?” “What about it?” “I’m not stealing a cake. I’m eating a slice. I deserve a slice.” “You deserve a jail cell next to the bouncy castle. Focus.” “Fine. So after we swap, we just walk out with a sack of LEGO sets and a karaoke machine?” “We walk out slowly. Children are unpredictable. One little brat grabs my leg, I’m tripping you as a diversion.” “You’d sacrifice me for a Paw Patrol playset?” “I’d sacrifice you for a single juice box, Bill. Now run the timeline.” “We arrive at two, when they’re doing the piñata. Everyone’s blindfolded. Perfect cover.” “Wrong. Parents are filming. We need the magician’s act. All eyes on the rabbit.” “So we’re stealing during the magic show. Poetic.” “Stop talking. Start moving.” “One question—what if Timmy’s a girl?” “Then we’re at the wrong house.”