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Molly unrolled a crayon map. Bill squinted at the balloons. “We enter disguised as entertainers, take every present, and leave before anybody notices the shortage.” “Entertainers? Molly, my last balloon animal was legally classified as a distressed sausage with ears.” “Perfect. Children love sausages. You distract them; I load the gifts into our getaway wagon.” “Our getaway wagon has one wheel missing and says Princess Sparkles across both its sides.” “Nobody suspects royalty. Besides, the birthday child requested pirates, so technically we’re fulfilling customer expectations.” “Pirates steal treasure, not educational puzzles. What if every box contains fractions and emotional development?” “Then we fence them to anxious parents. Stop worrying. Have you memorized the special secret password?” “Yes: happy birthday. Frankly, their security protocol lacks sophistication. What’s our contingency for suspicious adults?” “You juggle. I announce cake. In the ensuing stampede, we vanish behind the bouncy castle.” “I cannot juggle. I can barely carry guilt, and that’s practically weightless until bedtime arrives.” “Fine. We improvise. Remember, we’re professionals, and no tiny partygoer will stand between us today.” “Molly, the invitation says supervised by Grandma. I’m out. That woman confiscated my childhood permanently.” Outside, a clown honked. Both thieves reconsidered their career choices.