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Molly spread the party flyer across the picnic table as if it were a treasure map. Balloons, cake, a dinosaur bouncy castle, and a gift table circled three times in red. Bill leaned closer. "We're really doing this?" "Every last present," Molly said. "Even the small ones?" "Especially those." He weighed the ethics of robbing a children's party and found them inconveniently portable. The plan involved paper hats, a borrowed wagon, and borrowed confidence. Molly trusted the piñata to distract the adults. A tiny entrepreneur sold lemonade nearby with frightening focus. Molly bought two cups and called it cover. Bill drank his and called it guilt. "In and out," she said. "Before the cake starts." They watched the dinosaur bounce. Twenty wrapped boxes waited somewhere inside that yard, innocent and doomed. Molly folded the flyer into her pocket. Bill set the paper hat on his head until it finally quit sliding. From the party came a cheer, then the hollow thump of a stick on papier-mache. Molly smiled the small smile reserved for ideas that had already won. Bill took the wagon handle like a man accepting a verdict. The heist had a theme now, and almost no dignity left.