"Bill, we hit the jackpot. Eight-year-old's birthday party, Saturday, two o'clock." "Molly, that's genius. What kind of security we looking at?" "One mom, possibly drunk on wine. Two dads arguing about football. Maybe a clown." "I hate clowns." "Focus, Bill. Intel says the gift table's by the bounce house. Xbox, iPads, enough Lego to build an actual house." "What's our entry point?" "We go in as entertainment. You're a magician." "I don't know magic!" "That's perfect. Kids love terrible magic. I'll be your assistant. We distract them with bad card tricks while loading presents into our prop bag." "What about the parents?" "Please. They'll be thrilled someone's watching their sugar-high monsters. We perform for twenty minutes, grab the goods, vanish." "That's actually brilliant." "I know. Bought us costumes and everything. You're The Great Guillermo." "Why Guillermo?" "Because Bill the Magnificent sounds stupid. Now practice pulling scarves from your sleeve." "Molly, these are dish towels." "Budget constraints. We'll steal better props next time. Maybe hit a magician's birthday party." "Do magicians have birthday parties?" "Everyone has birthdays, Bill. Even clowns." "Now I'm definitely having nightmares." Molly grinned, shuffling her marked cards.