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Molly spread the crayon-drawn floor plan across the wobbly kitchen table, pointing at the glitter stain with a grease pencil. The paper smelled faintly of juice boxes. "The cake's at 3 PM. We hit the gift table while the sugar rush hits." Bill squinted at the childish diagram, his eyebrows climbing toward his hairline. He tapped the table nervously. "You want to rob a seven-year-old's birthday party?" "It's not robbery if they're distracted," Molly said, adjusting her ski mask over her messy bun. "Think of it as redistributing joy." Bill rubbed his temples with trembling fingers. "Last time at the retirement home, we got chased by a walker." "That was different. These are children. They'll believe anything." Molly pulled out a rusty grappling hook from her utility belt, testing the spring. "I'm going through the window. You create a distraction." "With what?" "Confetti. Lots of confetti." "That's not a distraction, that's evidence." Molly grinned, holding up a handful of cheap party hats. "Trust me. I've done recon. The pinata is filled with candy, Bill. Real candy. We could retire on that alone." Bill sighed, picking up a squeaky party horn from the counter. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you entirely." "Obviously. Now, synchronize watches. We move when the Happy Birthday song hits."