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Molly spread the blueprint across the sticky old coffee table, her finger tracing the winding path to the gift table positioned strategically right near the backyard trampoline. "Two o'clock," she whispered. "We strike then." Bill studied the diagram with furrowed brows, scratching his bald head nervously while contemplating the moral implications of their despicable criminal scheme. The plan involved infiltrating a seven-year-old's birthday party dressed as professional party entertainers, complete with oversized shoes and rainbow wigs. He packed his canvas duffel bag with candy and helium balloons for cover, wondering if this particular job represented absolutely the very rock bottom of his long criminal career. Molly adjusted her purple woolen ski mask and checked her digital watch, pacing the cramped little kitchen while humming a terribly discordant tune. She wore a fake mustache that kept sliding down her nose, which she kept pushing back with a gloved hand. "Parents drunk on wine," she said. "We grab presents." Bill stuffed a big red plastic party horn into his pocket, his eyes darting nervously toward the window overlooking the neighbor's big yard. "What if the kid catches us?" Molly grinned, revealing a cherry lollipop stuck firmly to her front gold tooth. "We're method actors."