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Molly tapped the blueprints spread across the sticky kitchen table. "Right, Bill. The party's in the community hall on Elm Street. Forty-two children, one clown, and a mountain of presents stacked by the piano." Bill leaned in, squinting at the sketch. "What's the clown situation?" "Balloon animals. He's armed with them, Bill. Don't underestimate a man who can make a poodle out of a sausage." "Fair enough." Bill scratched his chin. "And the security?" "Two dads with clipboards and a lady named Sharon who runs the raffle. Sharon is the real danger. She once made a grown man cry over a tombola." Bill shuddered. "Right. So what's the plan?" Molly grinned and slid a small plastic box across the table. "Party bags. We swap every sweet in the goodie bags for Sellotape and stale raisins. Then we slip in through the fire exit while the kids are playing musical chairs." "That's diabolical." Bill picked up a sugar mouse and sniffed it. "Where do we get the Sellotape?" "Already done. I've been wrapping spare paper round a loaf of bread all week. Looks exactly like a Lego set." "You're a genius, Molly." "I know." She pointed at the drawing. "Now, the presents. We need the big ones. The rocking horse, the robot dog, and that enormous box marked 'DO NOT SHAKE' because I'm fairly sure it's a hamster cage." "Why would anyone give a child a hamster cage?" "Exactly my point. Somebody's auntie is getting a very unpleasant surprise." Molly tapped her watch. "Timing is everything. The clown does his big finale at half past three. Everyone gasps, everyone looks at the trampoline. That's our window." Bill frowned. "What if the trampoline collapses?" "It won't. I checked it yesterday. I bounced on it for twenty minutes pretending to be a lost toddler." "Molly, that's not normal." "Neither is stealing a unicorn piñata, Bill, but here we are." She rolled up the blueprints. "Get the van. Bring the balloon pump. And for heaven's sake, don't let Sharon see your face." Bill stood, grabbed his gloves, and paused at the door. "Molly?" "Yes?" "If we get caught, do we say we were just looking for our lost nephew?" "We're forty-five and childless, Bill." "Right. Good point. Let's go steal some Lego."