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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map. "Three o'clock, Saturday, Chuck E. Cheese. Private room. Fifty kids. Fifty presents." Bill squinted at the paper. "We're stealing from children?" "We're stealing from parents who bought too much. There's a difference." "There's not." "There absolutely is. These kids don't even know what half this stuff is. I saw a registry. A registry, Bill. For a seven-year-old." Bill rubbed his temples. "What's our angle? We can't just walk in." "We dress as mascots." "There's already a Chuck E. Cheese there." "Exactly. Nobody questions the mouse. We blend in. Molly Mouse. Bill Bear. We mingle, we mingle, we stuff sacks." "And the birthday kid?" "We give him one present. Something small. Keeps him quiet." Bill stared at her. "You've thought about this." "I've thought about everything. Except the exit. The back door's locked, but I found a window in the arcade. Small. I can fit." "Can I?" "You're doing the window?" "I'm asking if I can fit." Molly smiled. "You're doing the window, Bill. You're always doing the window."