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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table, her finger tracing the glittery unicorn border. "Bill, it's a six-year-old's birthday. The security is basically a bouncy castle and a grandmother with a whistle." Bill adjusted his balaclava, which kept slipping over his eyes. "I've scoped it. Back entrance, unlocked. The presents are stacked by the cake table. We go in at 2:15, right when the pin-the-tail game starts." "And the kids?" "We hide in the ball pit. I've been practicing my 'I'm a giant purple blob' voice." Molly laughed, nearly knocking over her coffee. "You're forty-three." "I'm committed." "What about the goody bags? Those have actual value. Mini flashlights, stickers—" "Stickers are currency in the criminal underworld, Molly. I read a pamphlet." She grabbed her duffel bag. "Then let's steal some childhood joy. Literally." Bill checked his watch. "One condition. If there's cake, we take a slice. For morale." "Deal. But if anyone asks, we're definitely not here for the presents." "Right. We're here for the educational experience of observing juvenile social dynamics." "That's what I said."