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"Are you sure about this target?" Bill whispered, checking the lockpick. "Positive," Molly said, scanning the bounce house. "Toddlers have the best loot." "They have LEGOs, Mol. Sharp plastic bricks in tiny boxes." "Vintage sets are gold on the black market. Now, the schedule?" "Cake cutting at three. Total chaos at four." "Perfect. We hit during the clown show distraction." "A clown? I hate clowns, Molly." "Useful. You grab the wrapping paper piles. I will hit the piñata stash." "The piñata is candy, Bill." "Wrong. High-end chocolate bars. Sticky fingers mean slow reflexes." "What about the hovering parents?" "Drunk on punch. They will not notice." "And the detail?" "A woman named Brenda with a whistle." "Very deadly." "Exactly. We wear disguises to blend in." "Clown suits?" "No. Magicians. Everyone ignores magicians." "Fine. But if I get bitten by a toddler, I am quitting." "Deal. Grab the sack." "It is a pillowcase." "Stealth pillowcase. Move out." Bill sighed. "This is really the worst retirement plan ever." "Profit margins do not care about your dignity, Bill." "Just promise me no puppet shows." "No promises. Let us rob these children."