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Molly spread the birthday party invitation across the hood of Bill’s car, weighting its corners with bolt cutters and a cupcake. “We enter through the kitchen. You distract the clown,” she said. Bill studied the crayon map of the community center. Someone had drawn a dragon beside the toilets, and he suspected it represented either a security camera or a surprisingly ambitious plumber. “And if the clown recognizes me?” he asked. “Apologize for Tuesday, then run.” Their target was every present piled beneath the enormous cardboard castle in the main hall. Molly had calculated that two laundry baskets, one borrowed wagon, and a convincing amount of parental exhaustion would get them past the adults. Bill contributed disguises: matching paper crowns and shirts reading BIRTHDAY SQUAD. Unfortunately, his crown was stapled to his hair, and Molly’s shirt announced BIRTHDAY SQUID. They checked their watches. At three o’clock, the magician would produce a rabbit, the children would scream, and the thieves would slip in unnoticed. A small hand tapped Molly’s shoulder. The birthday girl stood behind them, holding a water pistol and wearing the expression of a seasoned detective. Bill quietly offered her the cupcake. She accepted it, then immediately arrested him.