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Molly unfolded a crayon-smeared map of the Patterson house across a sticky food-court table. Bill polished a juice box he claimed was a lockpick. Their target was not a vault or a diamond, but the teetering mountain of presents at little Timmy's fifth birthday party. The venue featured a bouncy castle, a face-painting witch, and at least fourteen toddlers with the grip strength of tiny loan sharks. Molly planned to enter as a piñata safety inspector. Bill would pose as a magician whose only trick was making gifts disappear. The window was narrow: after cake, before parents started filming. The bouncy castle would provide chaos. The party favor table would provide cover. The birthday boy, however, apparently bit. "What if the kids cry?" Bill asked. "Crying is noisy cover," Molly said. "Grab the wrapped ones. Leave the cards." "And the cake?" "Decoy." Bill worried about the llama. Molly worried about the clown. The clown knew Bill from a previous job. That changed everything. They rehearsed their escape through the petting zoo, past a goat with criminal instincts, and into a waiting minivan shaped like a cupcake. It was, Bill admitted, the most terrifying heist they had ever planned.