Molly tapped the diagram. “Target: the Richardson place. The party's in the backyard. We go in through the side gate during the piñata chaos.” “Brilliant,” Bill whispered, adjusting his balaclava. “What’s the estimated payload? Are we talking LEGOs or high-end action figures?” “Focus on the objective, Bill. We grab everything from the gift table and exfiltrate. The getaway car is idling two blocks down.” “But what about the clown? He’s an unknown variable. Does he juggle chainsaws? We need intel.” “He makes balloon animals, Bill. He’s not an enforcer.” “Still. A giraffe could be used as a garrote. It’s a calculated risk. I’ll take point.” “You are not taking point on a clown.” “Fine. But I’m bringing the extra-large duffel bag. We’ll need it for the big-ticket items. I hear someone got a remote-control dinosaur.” “Just get the bag, Bill. And try to look less like you’re stealing candy from a baby.” “But that is literally the plan, Molly.”