Molly adjusted her ski mask indoors, frowning. “You said the clown’s the distraction. But what if the kids love him? What if he upstages the heist?” Bill chewed a granola bar violently. “He won’t upstage. He’s got a kazoo and one balloon animal. We strike during the piñata.” “But the piñata’s full of stickers and fruit snacks. Are we stealing that too?” “Only if it matches the loot profile. Focus. In at 3:17, after ‘The Hokey Pokey,’ out by 3:23, before cake.” “Three-twenty-three? Bill, toddlers have cake at 3:15 sharp. Nap schedule, man!” “Then we split tasks. You grab the presents, I neutralize the magician.” “The magician’s a dad with a silk handkerchief and regrets.” “Exactly. Vulnerable. Emotionally compromised. Perfect for misdirection.” Molly checked her pouch. “I brought glitter bombs.” “Use them only if the bounce house becomes a problem.” “And if a kid sees me?” “Tell them you’re Aunt Linda. Everyone has an Aunt Linda who shows up late.” “What if they ask for a story?” “Same as real Aunt Linda—mumble, check phone, promise Amazon gift card.” “Are we evil?” “Only between 3:17 and 3:23. Then we donate half.” “Fifty-one percent?” “Fine. Fifty-one. Now, confirm the getaway vehicle.” “The stroller with the cup holder and cupcake stain?” “That’s the one. Drive it like you stole it. Because we’re about to.”