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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map. "Three o'clock, Saturday, Henderson Community Center. Fifty kids. Fifty presents." Bill squinted at the glittery unicorn border. "We're stealing from children?" "We're stealing from parents who bought too much. There's a difference." "There's a difference between a child and a parent?" "Yes, Bill. The child wants the toy. The parent wants the credit card points." Bill leaned back in his chair. "What's the angle?" "Inflatable bounce house. We pose as entertainers. I'll be 'Princess Glitter,' you'll be... whatever that is." "That's a clown." "I was going to say 'mysterious balloon artist.'" "You can't do balloon animals." "I can if they're shaped like getaway vehicles." Bill rubbed his chin. "Security?" "One teenager with a walkie-talkie and a dream of being a mall cop." "And the presents?" "Storage closet, northeast corner. We grab, we go, we sell everything on Facebook Marketplace before the sugar crash hits." "What if we get caught?" Molly smiled, sharp and bright. "Then we tell them we're doing research for a book." "What book?" "'How Not to Run a Children's Party.' Very educational." Bill nodded slowly. "I like it. But I'm keeping the walkie-talkie." "Deal. But I get the unicorn costume." "Absolutely not." "Then we're not doing this." Bill sighed, defeated. "Fine. But I'm adding glitter to my beard. Non-negotiable."