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"The balloon arch is our weak point," Molly said, adjusting her ski mask. "We hit the gift table at 3:15 sharp." "And if they catch us?" Bill whispered, clutching a crowbar. "Then we tell them we're balloon artists. Crisis actors." Molly grinned. "Jimmy's fourth birthday. Twelve kids. All hopped up on sugar and poor impulse control. Perfect diversion." "You want to steal from a four-year-old?" "I want to steal a PlayStation from a four-year-old who doesn't even know what taxes are." Molly checked her watch. "Besides, his dad bought that limited edition controller. Limited to anyone with a credit card and zero morals." "We're going to need a bigger bag. And maybe a forklift." "I've got a duffel. And a machete. And a grappling hook." "A machete? For presents?" "For the piñata. It's a distraction. You grab the loot while they beat a horse-shaped candy holder to death." Bill nodded slowly. "You're terrifying." "I'm efficient. Now, we enter through the doggy door, bypass the bouncy castle, and—" Molly paused. "Wait. Why is there a bouncy castle at a four-year-old's party?" "Upper middle class?" "Disgusting. We're doing God's work. Robin Hood with a ski mask."