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Bill squinted through the fence at the bouncy castle. "So we hit the gift table at three-fifteen. Right when the magician does the big trick." "The rabbit trick?" Molly asked, checking her lock picks. "They do that at every party." "That's the point. Parents look at the rabbit. We look at the presents." "Bill, they're wrapped in Elsa paper. We can't fence Frozen-themed loot." "We're not fencing it. We're stealing for my nephew. He's seven. He loves Frozen." "Your nephew is named Dwayne and he has a beard." "Bearded Dwayne loves Elsa. Don't judge." Molly sighed. "Fine. But we need a distraction for the birthday girl. She guards that pile like a feral gremlin." "I'll propose to the mom. She gets flustered, drops her juice box, chaos ensues." "You'll what?" "Propose. It's a fake ring. I got it from a cereal box. It's a glow-in-the-dark skull." "She'll slap you." "That's the distraction. Slap, tears, kids screaming. You sweep in, grab the haul, we're out before the cake." "And the ring?" "I'll hand it to Dwayne. He can propose to his action figures." Molly paused. "You know what? This is the worst plan I've ever greenlit." "Thank you. I've been working on it all week."