Molly pressed her binoculars against the window of their van. "Target acquired. Princess castle bouncy house in the backyard. Approximately fifteen small humans, ages four to seven." "Jesus Christ, Molly, they're kids, not enemy combatants." "You want those presents or not, Bill? Professional terminology keeps us sharp." "Professional? We're robbing a six-year-old's birthday party." "Seven. Little Madison Weatherby turns seven today, according to her mom's Facebook page. Also, her dad just bought her a limited edition American Girl doll that resells for eight hundred bucks." Bill choked on his coffee. "Eight hundred? For a doll?" "Plus there's a Nintendo Switch in that pile. I saw the mom carrying it in yesterday. And you know these Weatherby types – every kid goes home with a fifty dollar gift bag." "Fifty dollars? My mom gave out fun-size Snickers and pencils." "Which explains your life of crime. Now focus. The clown arrives at two-thirty—" "There's a clown?" "Mr. Bubbles the Magnificent. Five stars on Yelp. He'll provide excellent cover. While the kids are distracted by his balloon animals, you'll slip in through the side gate." "Why me?" "Because I'm the lookout, obviously. And you're more nimble." "I'm fifty pounds overweight." "Nimble-adjacent, then. The point is, you grab the gift table and go. I'll have the engine running." "What if someone sees me?" "That's why you're wearing the dinosaur costume." Bill stared at the green monstrosity in the back seat. "Absolutely not." "It's perfect camouflage. Every kid's party has a dinosaur guy now. You'll blend right in." "I'll look like a pedophile." "A pedophile wouldn't steal presents, Bill. Think." "That's... actually worse logic than usual." "Look, do you want to explain to Big Eddie why we came back empty-handed? 'Sorry, boss, we couldn't grab the goods because Bill was too proud to wear a T-Rex suit.'" "It's a Brachiosaurus, actually." "Oh, you're a dinosaur expert now?" "I have nephews." "Great. Use that knowledge. Make dinosaur sounds. Wave your little arms." "Brachiosauruses were herbivores. They didn't roar." "Then make eating-leaves sounds, I don't care. Just get in, grab the presents, and get out." Bill sighed, reaching for the costume. "This is a new low." "Yesterday you tried to rob a food truck." "That was reconnaissance. I was sampling their tacos." "You ordered twelve." "I was very thorough." Molly lowered her binoculars. "Heads up. Birthday girl's crying because Tommy Fitzgerald just pushed her off the swing." "Poor kid." "Focus, Bill. Tommy's mom is dealing with it. That's our window. She's the neighborhood watch captain." "Of course she is." "Dinosaur up, partner. It's showtime." Bill struggled into the suit. "If I get arrested dressed as a dinosaur, I'm rolling on you." "If you get arrested at a seven-year-old's party, you deserve whatever happens. Now remember – grab, go, and whatever you do, don't eat the cake." "Why would I eat the cake?" "Because you ate twelve reconnaissance tacos, Bill. I know you."