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Molly adjusted her balaclava, which was really a crooked birthday hat stolen from a charity bin yesterday afternoon. Bill stood beside her, sweating through a fake mustache and a suit jacket two sizes too small for dignity. Their target was Timmy's seventh birthday party at the park pavilion, where presents formed a vulnerable, glittering mountain. "We will be in and out before cake." The plan involved a borrowed wagon, a coat hanger grappling hook, and confidence borrowed from fictional criminals. "What about the clown?" Bill had prepared a distraction involving juggling oranges while humming loudly, which impressed nobody except his grandmother once. "He fears no one, except possibly balloons." Molly studied the bouncy castle, wondering aloud whether it could launch them, distract parents, or simply delay everyone politely. "Brilliant." He grinned with misplaced enthusiasm, gripping the wagon handles like a getaway driver in a very silly movie. Ahead, children shrieked, parents sipped juice boxes, and a clown twisted a balloon dinosaur that looked personally offended. Molly decided they would simply stroll in, smile bravely, claim to be Timmy's long lost Canadian aunt, and wheel away the loot before anyone remembered cake. It was terrible, which made it absolutely perfect indeed.