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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. Fifty kids, unlimited pizza, and a gift table the size of a Volkswagen." Bill squinted at the paper. "You want us to rob a children's birthday party?" "We're not robbing the party. We're robbing the presents. There's a difference." "Is there?" "Legally? Probably not. Morally? The parents brought those gifts. We're just... redistributing wealth to people who actually appreciate surprise." Bill rubbed his temples. "Molly, last month you tried to steal a parking meter with a butter knife." "That was a prototype." "Of what?" "Of determination." Molly pulled out a hand-drawn diagram. "Look. We enter through the back during the pizza rush. I create a distraction—maybe a fake spider in the ball pit. You hit the gift table. We're out in ninety seconds." "And if a seven-year-old catches us?" "Then we give him a lollipop and a sob story about our dead grandmother needing a toaster." Bill stared at her. "You've thought about this." "I've thought about everything." Molly grinned. "Except the clown. I hate clowns." "There's always a clown." "Then we bring pepper spray." "For a clown?" "Especially for a clown."