Molly slammed the blueprints onto the grimy table, rattling Bill's coffee mug. "The Henderson kid's party is Saturday at two," she announced. "Are we really doing this?" Bill squinted at the floor plans. "It's a seven-year-old's birthday party." "Look at the guest list. Twenty-three kids from Preston Academy. You know what Preston Academy parents buy? Not stuffed animals from the drugstore. We're talking smart tablets, designer clothes, limited edition gaming systems." "Gaming systems?" "Rich people are insane, Bill. Last month, the Worthington kid got a miniature Tesla." "That's not a real thing." "It had working headlights and a horn that played Baby Shark." Bill rubbed his temples. "Fine. Security?" "One bored nanny and a clown." "I hate clowns." "The clown's our biggest threat. He's got sight lines to both entrances and the gift table. Plus, those oversized shoes give him surprising mobility." "You've thought about this way too much." "I mapped his movement patterns from three previous parties. He spends forty percent of his time by the punch bowl." "Drinking?" "Gossiping with the moms. Apparently, his ex-wife got the unicycle in the divorce." "Tragic. Entry point?" "Kitchen window. The caterers prop it open because the Henderson's ventilation system can't handle twenty pounds of chicken nuggets. We go in during cake time." "Why cake time?" "Maximum distraction. Have you seen kids around sugar? It's like throwing chum to sharks. Complete chaos. The adults won't notice if we set the house on fire." "Please tell me that's not part of the plan." "Of course not. We're professionals." Molly pointed to the blueprint. "You'll need to army crawl past the bounce house. The birthday boy's uncle stations himself there with a video camera." "Creepy." "He's making a documentary about modern childhood. Even creepier. But he'll be focused on filming kids faceplanting off the slide." "What's my cover if someone spots me?" "You're the backup clown." "Absolutely not." "Fine. You're there to check the bounce house's air pressure. Wear a vest with a fake company logo." "Bouncy Castle Inspector?" "Bob's Inflatable Safety Services. I already made business cards." Bill studied the cards. "These are nice. Embossed and everything." "Details matter. I'll handle gift extraction while you create a diversion." "Which is?" "Release the birthday boy's hamster. Mr. Whiskers." "They'll traumatize those kids." "It's a teaching moment about responsibility. Plus, hamster wrangling burns at least twelve minutes. I've timed it." "You released a hamster at a party?" "Three parties. Different hamsters. I'm compiling data for a scientific paper." "You're terrifying." "Thank you. Once I've secured the packages, I'll exit through the dog door." "They have a dog?" "Pomeranian. Basically decorative. It'll bark twice then go back to sleep. I've been feeding it treats for weeks. We're best friends now." "This is elaborate for some toys." "Some toys? Bill, the Henderson kid's wish list included a Swiss bank account." "Now you're making things up." "Fine. But there's definitely a trust fund paperwork in one of those boxes. Plus enough electronics to stock a small country." Bill sighed. "When do we synchronize watches?" "Now you're getting it."