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Molly unfolded the blueprint across Bill’s windshield, narrowly avoiding a smear of ketchup. Outside, the community center rattled with balloons, off-key singing, and one aggressively cheerful clown. Bill adjusted his paper crown, which he insisted was camouflage. Inside, twenty children were destroying a piñata with the disciplined fury of tiny accountants auditing candy for tax purposes without any proper receipts. “We sneak in as magicians,” Molly whispered. “You distract the parents. I steal every present.” “Why do you get all the presents?” “Because last time you gift-wrapped yourself.” Bill pointed at the diagram. “What’s this enormous rectangle?” “A bouncy castle.” “And this tiny square?” “The alarm.” He frowned. “Why is the alarm smaller than the cake?” “Priorities, Bill.” A child pressed her face to the window. Molly waved; Bill hid behind the blueprint. “New plan,” he said. “We wait until nap time.” “They’re six. They don’t nap. They negotiate.” Molly grabbed a bag labeled Definitely Not Sacks for Stolen Toys. “What if we get caught?” “We blame the clown.” “He looks innocent.” “Exactly. Nobody suspects innocence with that much makeup or those enormous shoes.” “Remember: quiet, quick, and no crying.” Bill nodded gravely. “You never let me enjoy a heist.”