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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map. "Bill, it's a unicorn-themed birthday at the Hendersons' mansion. Three hundred dollars in LEGO sets alone." Bill squinted at the glittery cardstock. "We're going to rob a six-year-old's party?" "We're liberating assets from a minor with poor security awareness." Molly pulled out a hand-drawn floor plan. "Cake at two, presents at three. We enter through the doggy door—" "The doggy door?" "Brutus is a golden retriever, Bill. He'll think we're squeaky toys." She tapped the diagram. "You create a distraction. I grab the loot." "What distraction?" Molly grinned. "I'm going as a clown." Bill stared. "You hate clown." "I hate children more. This is sacrifice." She checked her watch. "Costumes at nine. We move at one-forty-five." "Why so early?" "Parents arrive early. We need to blend in." Molly zipped her duffel bag. "And Bill? If Brutus licks you, don't scream. It compromises the whole operation." "What if I'm allergic?" "Then you die dramatically, and I take the LEGO." She grabbed her coat. "Meet at the Hendersons' hedge at twelve-thirty. Try not to look like felons." "I always look like a felon." "That's why I love you."