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Molly spread the blueprints across the hood of the van, weighting the corners with a juice box and a half-eaten dinosaur nugget. The Henderson birthday party was Fort Knox with streamers, and she had studied it the way other thieves studied casinos, which is to say with a magnifying glass and an unhealthy amount of coffee. "Ball pit here," she said, tapping the diagram. "That's our entry point." Bill squinted. He had spent three days undercover as a balloon animal artist, and the trauma showed in his hands, which now twisted everything he touched into crude dachshunds. The guest list ran forty names deep, every one of them under four feet tall, every one of them armed with cake. "The piñata's a decoy," Bill whispered. Molly nodded grimly. The real haul was the present table, thirty gift-wrapped boxes, unguarded during the musical chairs window, which her intelligence suggested lasted exactly four minutes and twelve seconds. She had bribed the clown for the seating chart. She had memorized the escape route past the bounce house. She had even procured two tiny party hats as disguises, though Bill's kept sliding off his enormous head, and the chin strap was starting to chafe. "We go in at two," Molly said, folding the map. "Nobody gets hugged." Bill saluted with a balloon poodle.