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Molly spread the birthday party blueprint across the getaway tricycle. Bill sharpened a crayon and checked the guest list, which was mostly fingerprints and glitter. "We hit the party at cake o'clock." "While kids chant for sugar?" "Exactly. We slip past the clown." "The clown scares me." "Everyone fears clowns. That's leverage." "Presents are stacked by the bouncy castle." "I'll distract with balloon animals." "You can't make balloon animals." "I can make balloon snakes. Close enough." "Molly, we need precision." "Precision is for museums. This is a toddler heist." "Fine. I grab gifts. You trip the magician." "Why trip him?" "Because he's already suspicious." "He's seven." "He knows too much." "Deal. What about party favors?" "We leave those. Professional courtesy." "What about the cake?" "We eat it." Bill nodded solemnly. Molly tucked the blueprint into a diaper bag, adjusted her fake mustache, and practiced a convincing toddler waddle. Somewhere inside, forty children screamed with joy, or possibly terror. It was hard to tell. They crept toward the bouncy castle, ready to commit the pettiest crime in birthday history. The clown noticed them, sighed, and gave a weary thumbs-up, as if he had seen this exact crime three times that weekend.