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Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle rental van, binoculars pressed to her face, counting the presents stacked on the gift table like a general surveying enemy territory. Beside her, Bill adjusted his disguise—a sad clown costume he'd insisted was "practically invisible" at a children's party. The plan had taken three weeks to perfect. Molly had memorized the layout of Pinwheel Park, studied the catering schedule, and learned the birthday boy's name was Tyler, age seven, obsessed with dinosaurs. Bill had contributed a floor plan drawn on a napkin and an alarming amount of enthusiasm. "Tyler's cake is being cut at three," Molly whispered, checking her watch. "That's when every adult in a fifty-foot radius loses their minds trying to photograph it." Bill nodded solemnly, his rubber nose squeaking against the binoculars when he borrowed them. Through the lenses, the presents glittered with dinosaur wrapping paper, taunting them. "We go in as entertainers," Molly continued, tapping the schedule. "You juggle. I make balloon animals. Then, during the sugar rush, we fill the van." Bill straightened his polka-dot bowtie. "What if a kid cries?" "Then you juggle faster, Bill." The party music started. Somewhere, a child shrieked with joy, completely unaware that two professionals were about to ruin everything.