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Molly taped a paper crown to Bill's forehead and pointed at the blueprints spread across the kitchen table. The target was a three-year-old's birthday in a suburban cul-de-sac, complete with a bouncy castle and a suspicious amount of glitter. Bill adjusted his fake mustache in the toaster oven light. "We are not robbing children," he said. "We are liberating presents from temporary storage." "We're stealing," Molly said. "From a kid who still believes in the tooth fairy." "Same thing," Bill said. "The parents bought them, the kid doesn't need them yet." Molly checked the window schedule. "Party starts at two, cake at three, parents pass out by three thirty. We go in the back, grab the pile, out the dog door." "And if a child tackles us?" Bill asked. "Then we apologize and offer them a juice box," Molly said. "Professionalism." Bill grinned. "I love a heist with snacks." Molly slipped on a pink tutu over her black hoodie. "We need a cover story," she said. "Lost balloon vendor." "Perfect," Bill said. "I will cry." The front door chimed as a neighbor walked by. Molly whispered. "Remember, no glitter on the getaway car." Bill nodded. "Only on the conscience." Now.